[(‘“*JiĢäR*”’)]

I love to love and throw my heart in fire
To feel my fingers and my toes’ desire
To squeeze my brain out of imagination
And feed my stomach butterfly temptation
To rest my face on yours and without words
To listen how your heart will beat in chords
While fingertips attached to one another’s
Will guard the burst of blood like covers.

The hours passing will be less than seconds
And time will not send forward any weapons
That might break our stillness into halves
And draw for us non-intersecting paths….

Now dawn is her, another day will start
I have to let the dream to come apart
Put on the happy suit ‘till sun will set
And prove reality I’m not upset.