the greatest tenderness for her
I feel in the morning
calm, pure face
just after sleep
not spoiled by day anxieties
stresses
talks with officials
freaks
and simply by those fucked up
and me – just after sleep
with my hangover and booze breath
at which she grimaces
and says
brush your teeth
an ideal time for tenderness
and sentimentality
but above all I love her at midnight
while preparing for sleep
hugging her
cuddling up my feet to her feet
my thighs to her buttocks
my breasts to her back
just a few minutes
or a few dozens of minutes as she dipped into sleep
warm
placid
tired by day anxieties
stresses
talks with officials
freaks
and simply by those fucked up
love comes at midnight
tenderness – in the morning
between them is sleep
all the rest is called life
now you know
when I can be killed
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