Early in the morning
Early in the morning jelly smokes over the water,
put semolina and millet in the boiler
and make a dream in the ocean of love.
Your love.
Disheveled my braids,
braids, not just disgrace,
curls of curly house.
Will fall like a beam into a ditch,
will whisper to me, will embrace,
and the line will run.
He will press, he will kiss,
and I’m already a river….
We went out into the night, the jackets were buttoned
We went out into the night, the jackets were buttoned,
lanterns – honey of audience.
And the graffiti was emphasized in black
we don’t need about love conventions.
The stars breathe in fumes, gas
they understand tenacious, different.
And our cars are on the highway
foreshadow the two o’clock.
Lips strewed with grains
and the words are baked sleeplessly.
I don’t need you and the other,
even in the morning, sweet swearing.
Passing high arches
the lanterns above them pour in flames.
Moths on the bumper and in the lamp
so many of our verses will die.
They swallowed from resentment
and watches – trends.
I’m in a beautiful nightmare with you
let them go drunk …
There is no competition when together.
And the bass player of the night is a black song
skeletons people.
You caress my feet in a taxi
in the twilight our madness.
Who will move those lines from you
if I love?
Drunk, drunk month also flogs,
which is not for the weather.
Anna Idelevich is a scientist by profession, Ph.D., MBA, trained in the neuroscience field at Harvard University. She writes poetry for pleasure. Her books and poetry collections include DNA of the Reversed River and Cryptopathos published by the Liberty Publishing House, NY. Anna’s poems were published by Louisville Review and Fleur-de-Lis Press, Weasel Press, In Parenthesis, displayed at The McNay Art Museum, O:J&A, Lucky Jefferson, Hash, Gyroscope review, among others. We hope you will enjoy their melody, new linguistic tone, and a slight tint of an accent.
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