Ružica Cindori - Embrace

You are here,
nearby.
A pair of antlers
behind my back.
Bewildered, I interpret
the poisoned waves
as longing.
One cannot gift
a violet
without gifting nettle,
as every smile,
stings.
You have planted
a whole meadow
on your chest,
yet it did not
tame you.
Too much vigor
is spent
on glass embraces,
later on, we still
reexamine
the white pockets
which silence
stuck to our skin.

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