My talisman of the evergreen spring

Tree juices are sweeter in spring,

stones on the beaches of pebbles, more siliceous,

even fog is a slight deceit, leaving the rocks fragrant dry.

But palm trees, under which coconuts hang more holly,

and my dreams for you sharp brocade ruffier,

with drops of fire, pearls,

at the slightest touch, merging with innumerable stars -

bassist night, but the song for you, as always, is simple, simple.

Where until the morning I kissed you,

where feet sank into the sand, elbows left bruises in the sand - so it seemed,

where the iron rings of the moon and stars intertwined like the sign of Chanel,

and your hand touched me so gently,

everything that ever graced the air faded compared to how I gave myself to you.

Everything fits me badly or resembles a white rainbow,

everything is sad on me, as if it is advocating for someone else’s body,

but kisses and a beard,

gesticulation of hands stalking after the desired, merging with my palms

endlessly wandering around my house.

Forgive the uncomplicated song

and a crumpled banknote in a bra,

I have kept it since I met your shaggy head.

My talisman of evergreen spring and passionate hickeys exclusively for the tender me ...

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Anna Idelevich is a scientist by profession, Ph.D., MBA, trained in the neuroscience field at Harvard University. She writes poetry for pleasure. Her books and poetry collections include “DNA of the Reversed River” and “Cryptopathos” published by the Liberty Publishing House, NY. Anna’s poems were featured in Louisville Review, BlazeVOX, The Racket, New Contrast, Zoetic press, Shoreline of Infinity among others.