I Capture Super-Life Poem by Liza Sud

God! How they caress me, how your rays may cut!
Scorching my back, embracing, require: don't keep quite!
And I just want to take it and to capture this light!
To the water a pebble - throw: I am your bard!

Just with my eyes I follow you, I run through the lines,
Take in the yellow light - no, it is the Golden ball!
It is intense and righteous, like mica, isinglass.
Is it He who protects me. Is he? I'm saved at once!

You're hitting me - backwards! I cannot stop - I talk!
Spirit you are, trees, shutters - Want to catch you - but no!
God, you're the Perfection! I capture Super-Life.
As well as I catch Balmont, he keeps and throws up.

Oh, I have dedicated too many poems to you.
No matter what you're saying, Lines will explode much more.
Imperiously. Stiffly. Fatal. (Ah, Balmont - "Force"!) .
So that to live headspring - back to your streams to drop!