Of My Loox Poem by Anna Polibina-Polansky

If you mean to get me, you ought to trust in this. I wonder if you want to undividably be with me, you make me hesitate. If you love the time we spend together (though only over the ether) , you have to fight for me for a spell. Make me trust in that I am meant for you. I don't prefer it to be onlymy initiative. Prove me that I need only you and noone beyond. I am literal, I admit no metaphors. If you liked it with me, why you linger? I live at a civilized area, at least, we can escape here. But I'd prefer to meet you, at your original soul, someplace. Even if you consider yourself a copy or smth. I believe fully at your soul. People are awful here, all ugly but of artificial smiles. I mean to get where UR. Is it so complicated? I've virtually overslept twice with your copy, and now I have no idea what to do. I don't mean to get dirty anymore. I mean to belong to you, if U prefer to stay about. I liked it with U. Do U want my looks? If you mean to get me, you ought to at least let ME know of it. Will U plz? datteri@yandex.ru (I will get the correspondance, make sure) . Or write me here. Or to fb. Do smth, my sweetie.
*** I try to find out who wishes to date with me. And I desperately seek you everywhere. At every nook and pocket. I don't need physical relationship, I'm sufficed with it (though yet physically clean) . I want your looks. I am less pure with each night. My appearence is demanded, and I though it to be invisible. Will you fight me away from their imposing interest? I will leave you in peace. Do what U prefer, darling. I just wonder if you have seen my pix. Plz do, if yet not. All is still meant for you. But I'm less crystal, with the time.