I am poet of expectation
by Peycho Kanev
I saw you on the street how you
were watching again the painters
they were drawing the faces of the
passing people of the unbearable
buildings…how they sucked on their
pipes and listened to the sluggish waltzes
on the radio…
…But thank God—now is midnight again,
and again I kiss your breasts and again
taste your soul while my arms reach out
again and search for love in this room
smelling of bread, wine, and again death
we are walking on the steps of others
before us and again
we live within our small summer and
now we are shaking and awaiting the winter
again and you look me in the eyes again,
(what a feeling!), somewhere outside again
the dogs are barking and cats again are sleeping
by the fireplaces:
you want to tell me something
I light up a cigarette and look in your
eyes again
and again I wait for the oldest curses
of all.
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