I'll never take off my clothes
in front of you, Daniel Brick!
It will be winter and frosty,
I'll kiss you in hat, like this.
I'll snuggle to you after your comments
because they inflame my mind.
But I don't like naked bodies
since childhood, don't know why.
But I will recite my poems.
and that'll be for us enough.
Because we are angels! Both!
I came now to understand.
You'll be like narcissus flower
when looking into my eyes.
It will be a long-long power
that will hold us and unite.
You will be searching and searching
and playing with my nerves,
to make of them lace to bond us
through eyelashes in hoarfrost.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem