Feminine
I am not feminine this time... \n- she busily draws a cross...\nI'm studying her full face, \nwhich is graceful and careless \n- Like, what? Really? \nThe scenario is simple. \nFrom the first day and forever...\n\nOnly her gaze is brighter than the stars, \nonly her step is like a trip to Mars \nAs if the wings of the vertebrae \ntouch the eternal of the skies...\nHer voice is dozens of notes...\nHer life is thousands of roads...\n\nI'm not affectionate... too late...\n- whispering a bit hoarsely and quietly \nI do not know how to play with words, \nyou ain't loved enough with me...\n- You are my worlds! Just be!\n\nI'm inhaling her scents \nand something sweet\nis flowing through my veins...\nIt's like diving into Styx - \nhugging her at night \nand kissing on her cheeks \nis like kiss the Milky Way \natmospheric and arousing \nevery day...\n\n- Carelessness... \nEvery word is a scar on my heart.\n- It's a kind of an art...\n- Don't look into my eyes, \nthe Arctic was splashing there\n- They are greenish and much rare...\n- Shoot me from inside\n- You are my brightest light! \n\n- I made a bet with myself \nbut I couldn't breathe alone without you\n- Wherever I met a girl on my way, \nI ultimately met you