One girl
One crazy girl got him, crazy enough -\ntender and never rough, \nbut deeply wild and authentic \nas if she was from tribes, hell knows,\nwhere from she actually was...\nShe run away from home \nat night right in her milk calico,\nShe wasn't afraid of a damp road, \nswamps, evil beasts and goblins...\nHer eyes were wild indigo\nThey said, she must be \nevidently cursed or broken... \nThe whole surrounding avoids her.\nShe run away to him like a mad princess, disgracing herself, overcoming any distance...\nbarefoot, she rushed over clover, \nmoss, wormwood, mud and fields\nThey said, such madness was worse\nthan the plague and measles.\nBut she came running, stubborn, \nthrough the reeds and sedges,\nlegs bogged down in cold mud, \nthe dress turned black...\nuntil she was lost and completely sacked\nThey said, the lost soul, and no use from her\nexcept the heat of young and starving body\nand her wild and tight embrace...\nNobody knew the nature of caress\nShe hid. Indeed.\nWhy did he need her? She's a fool \nthat left her own doorstep -\nHe played enough and cool \ndown like a young fox.\nIn another equinox.\nBut she came running and falling\nas if she saw a living God, belonging\nto him. What a whim...they said.\nAnd then her wet dress has become too thin.\nWhere is the edge between the true love and a sin?\nBut he was worse for her than any poison, \nworse than a wolf berry, \n[she was a cherry blossom]\nHe never took her with him, \nnor he shared a shelter, \nDid he love her or played with her, \ncouldn't choose it better.\nAll that he could was loving longer \njust to melt her\nso that she screamed as loudly as she-wolf\nso that it has become their nightly rule.\nShe run away, then came back \nFor the sake of one-sided feeling of hers\nWell, what remained after him -\na spindle and a jar,\nThe happiest moments seemed to be so far\nShe sit by the window with a splinter of past\nremembered lust, forgetting pain and sorrow\nwith no hope for tomorrow she cried...\nSo that she didn't grow old there, \nHe strangled her with a kerchief,\nwith misbelief of her sincerest love\nHe put her still hot steady body\nInto an abandoned boat afloat.