August Stars Poem by Liza Sud

You have come, as stood up, and have said - I'll become now your vodka,
It will not be affected by me, but you - touch me as much as you wanted,
I'll spread out for you like a meadow you wanted to breathe,
Young and ringing and perky and will fall apart our bed,

We'll replace it by field with a moon-color delicate grass,
Will a canopy of August stars make a blanket for us...
And you said it as though you cut off all my previous life,
I woke up, saw in window a world, and the dawn was above.