Somewhat Undividable Poem by Anna Polibina-Polansky

One bride, one type, one love, one strife. The life takes no more than one face before my eyes. Your looks are sufficient for me. No wonder that I always chose from the type opposite to my own looks. If you are this way, belong to me, then. It is not a line from a popular song. I fairly confess this ancient philosophy. Dances by a bar stand, Arabian sofas lit up in colors, sojourning between a lounge of food and a bar nearby a bed. Take all my time, so that I couldn't get freed; create a wall of hugs around my flesh. I love it this was, I appreciate each instant together. Each time until after midnight. Going to sleep in mourn. No shades, just a sequence of trivial actions. Nor nuances of atributes; what for. Cheap sayings, routine devices.