More Of Looks Poem by Anna Polibina-Polansky

Harmonic, perfect in looks. Each keeps his/her own air of perfection. When someone invades your looks, the keen feeling of the embodied perfection is being envied. It is ever this way. Jesus rules the cordial movements. I am faithful to my wreath. Angels rattle with their wings, with your looks about. I inhale your flesh as I do peoni petals and wild rose cups. I am fertile in pleasant plots while with you. Walk the border between the atmosphere and my skin. Wonders occur. You feel so sweet. I will never abandon the image that haunts me this exact way. I do not arbitarily examine the grey world around; I keep my sensations acrid and tart for what I innerly prefer. I do not encounter momentarily, vbleak things. I am okay with my taste, prudent, balanced, assured. It is the case when I reach my destiny point, destination, devotion)) .