Glagoslav Publications B.V.

For Anna Akhmatova

Universal migration has begun in darkness.

It is trees wandering through — the nocturnal earth,

It is clusters of grapes fermenting — as golden wine ,

It is the stars roaming — from house to house ,

These are rivers beginning their path — backward!

And I want to lie my head on your chest and — sleep.

You kiss the forehead — to wipe away fear.

I kiss the forehead.

You kiss the eyes — to take away sleeplessness.

I kiss the eyes.

You kiss the lips — to quench thirst.

I kiss the lips.

You kiss the forehead — to wipe away memory.

I kiss the forehead.

It’s not for male virgins — to judge

Passion.