No need for talk:
my lips are for you to
drink from,
the thick of my hair
hangs heavy for you to
stroke. Please.
And my hands.
For you to kiss.
Or let me
go down into
black sleep.
Со мной не надо говорить,
Вот губы: дайте пить.
Вот волосы мои: погладь.
Вот руки: можно целовать.
— А лучше дайте спать.
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