By Anna Polibina-Polansky. Half-Strokes For A Brisk Portray Of My Boyfriend Poem by Anna Polibina-Polansky

I think of your uniqueness, your boldness and strength. It is a sceen plot of a relative length. I am this way, I express The simplicity of my vapory guess. You come up and take me by a palm. We drive outside the city, awed and calm. You point onto me, I exceed your fancies. We exchange superficial glances. I am hindered by my heels and my clutch. This reality doesn't fit me as such. First hugs after an undesired Lent. My small black dress goes crumpled, the waist is lightly bent. A slow romantic dance is altered with articulate rap. Oh gestures, strokes, traits, easy dabs. I sit at your lap forgetting to inhale the sultry air. Your neck is naked, and shoulders, half-bare... Sleeping in your car, under stars, Keeping in mind no wounds or scars. Of aspirations, it is a pledge. Risky steps, all-existing hazzard, walking over the ledge, an edge of the hedge... I take in the air of a dusty Southern night. It is half a hop, till the open delight. I follow the tempo of kisses and assured hugs. It feels snug, that snug. We are awakened by harsh mooney rays. Oh the moonlight to which a lover prays. It is half a way until the profound emptiness inside. Your arms are a place to reside. We are acquainted with the world in various modes. This dimension is a parameter for stars remote. I express myself at plain but yet, correct ways. Liquid stars run over the veins. You needn't be festful, you are my best. Sparks stir at the silently moaning chest. The night delves into endless instants. The thoughts are compliant, though somewhat resistant.
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