ROOTED.. marijanajtheferpopov

I don’t know a thing about you.

I only recognize the planet

of your abode,

little more of the Universe

and constellation

when your word

shines and charms.

I am not asking anything about you.

I do not need to.

You intertwine me

and you wonder like a butterfly

from atria of the heart

through chambers and veins.

I twist my neck

to make you go back,

so you do not exit with

my spoken words.

I grit my teeth

and only with my lips

I kiss you thirstily.

My tongue steers you down the sigh

to fill the lungs with you.

The breasts are hot.

You spill down in me.

In your navel is

the last controlled sigh.

While spreading your arms

down my plump hips

and white thigs,

with your shoulders

you blossom me

and transform into canopy.

My feet are hot from the sun.

You release tendon

to establish the root,

while looking at the flower

for a long time,

in extasy before a scream

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