Our Meeting!

If not today, then tomorrow, surely, you will come. I will stamp my feet hard on the ground I will curse I will weep seas and seas of tears I will shout: go away! But you, do not be sad, do not be angry, say nothing. Only take into your arms my fevered body – weary of prisons. Only kiss my salty eyelids press me to your chest only kiss my trembling lips kiss ah, kiss me a great deal...