My Anny, So And So Poem by oleg kosarev

My Anny, so and so

When winter, my mind - snow-bank.
Quick-whitted girl for higher rank
To make with flame intention jink, -
Throw on my standstill strong a kink.
My Anny make me come to back, -
Make her sweet body - lucky-bag:
This girl make one more flesh to flick
And take me up to strange to quick.
My cold and her heat give to meet
And dilute winter’s browbeat.
And clear-sighted woman’s eyes
Get break up winter’s lullabys.

I’m not afraid as any snow,
When Anny make push, so and so.

Gorny Altay,22.02.10.
© Oleg Kosarev