You are all you whisper, I am kissing your voice
bending toward your silence, but where are you
you have closed your letters’ door: Your name
is my poetry!
I am kissing you аѕ if spelling your two-syllable name
I am kissing your mouth through which the letters
are flying off, into the countryside: Your mouth
is my paradise!
Your tongue is still sweating out its childhood
l’d like to kiss it, to kiss your naughty tongue
you are an offended fountain, your letters are dry
and your tongue is my hell!