Luckies Poem by Pere Risteski

MyLord,
let the day when I was born
be honorable
and the night when I met her
at the flee alley
with broken traffic lights
peopleless
alone,
so I could shudder under
her knees.
Eyes filled with joy
youth and foolishness became brothers
like a histerical climber in
the mountains
where the wind soughs
and it says hi
to the first randezvous
a Holliwood story
transparent-a white drama
for us two luckies
― my Lord.