Womanlike Poem by Liza Sud

and in general - you are
with your princesses. on the Neva.
and I - I do not like - the Neva.
Out of jealousy - I changed my mind.
Sorry.
I hesitate. I love
only poetry.
loneliness.
I feel pity for you. I'm sorry.
whom you want - to them whistle.
as for me - don't reduce me
to mainstream of duplicity,
in bilingual publicity.
if I could never be with a man.
I will simply feed you.
With millet.
I have no more questions.
I am simply afraid of your.
love.
you just give - like a genius -
light.
all the time, as the Time -
you are far.
and you're close in me,
as a sacrament.
This is happiness. and rare.
happiness.
Talk, talk, talk!
as a poet - through words - talk!
meeting with you - as with God.
alas...