And You...Suppress Tears Tiny Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

I am still stroking your skin sweet-taking
you lightly up to the hair
because else differently it is adjoining to us
and I am not asking about the price,
she is already only mine,
well I feel because charm as ever,
to predict was it possible at peeping at stars
and you are saying:

quietly...
good...
good...

you are as the astronomer - amateur sometimes
even you are sipping, because
the full barrel, but I lilac - without
I am smelling in the bunch, and right away you want
us to eat the pheasant, in the library even,
I prefer the smell of the acacia and I like large water
because sea breakers not terrible for me,
and I in my way I am setting off all the way to Africa

and you suppress tears,
the tiny bereavement

isn't giving for pain, these are only
small change, compared with the rest,
which I to the truth don't already need.
and you suppress tears,
the tiny bereavement,
to predict was it possible
at peeping at stars
and you are saying:

quietly...
good...
good...