Dead still, by Richard Wilbur Now, with your palms on the blades of my shoulders, /
Let us embrace: /
Let there be only your lips’ breath on my face, /
Only, behind our backs...
Still..., by Andrey Kneller Place your palms on my shoulders, /
let us embrace, — /
only the breath of your lips on my face, /
behind us, only the crashing rollers.
Our ba...