The poet did not like that girl

< Hope Patrelyuk



The poet did not like that girl.
The girl had ever opened knees
and direct, like asking legs.
Her eyes were deep as night,
and dangerous, as the image in the novels
wandering, magic, black cat.
The poet loved her for the person for the dumb,
looking in the eyes of eternity,
for the open, looking at his every word, mouth,
because of her lost as anyone if the brake,
for the fact that she was silent, waiting, burning resources, his answer,
because she did not know how to tell him "yes" or "no".
The poet loved her, because he did not know anything about her.
The poet loved? .. And if he liked? It is unlikely that he could.