My Mistress ~ Moja Ljubavnica Poem by Jankovic Zoran

My mistress

Forty years She was
mine, longing for morning.
At noon, I would feel
the inner restlessness
of Her fragrance,
and in the evening She would become,
again, my morning obsession
and I would crave that on my lips
I feel Her, a warm heat,
early morning happiness.

She was there every night
my morning, noon, and evening.
She woke me up from a dream
every thought of Her
like the nightmare that I want.

Today Her morning smell me
reminiscent of early youth,
on naked, wet, weary bodies,
at the aftershave
of some povincial hotel.

It still puts pressure on me today,
but sometimes I feel
as an abandoned lover.
I guess that's why I'm trying to
I leave my faithful mistress.
I rarely drink my morning coffee.

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Moja ljubavnica

Četrdeset godina Ona je
bila moja, jutarnja žudnja.
U podne bih od Njenog mirisa
osjećao unutrašni nemir,
a naveče Ona bi postajala,
ponovo, moja jutarnja opsesija
i žudio bih da na usnama
osjetim Njenu, toplu vrelinu,
ranu jutarnju sreću.

Ona je bila svake noći
moje jutro, podne i veče.
Budila me je iz sna,
kao željeni košmar,
svaka pomisao na Nju.

Danas me Njen jutarnji miris
podsjeća na ranu mladost,
na gola, mokra, izmorena tijela,
na aftršejv nekog, palanačkog hotela.

I danas mi podiže pritisak,
ali se ponekad osjetim
kao napušteni ljubavnik.
Valjda zato, ja pokušavam da
ostavim moju, vjernu ljubavnicu.
Sve rijeđe pijem moju, jutarnju KAFU.

2.1.2017.