Deer Eyes

The blueness of your eyes
is a feminine for the ink of my pen
so what i need to write the poetry
and call the inner feeling?

The orchestra of your lips
is a feminine for the pulse of my pain
so what i need to flirt the moon 
and exchange the singing? 

My deer...
In the presence of your perfume
i tear my claws,
i bow by bloods
and invite you
for the rhyme of our kiss 
because i'm not a poet
and i do not mastered anything
except ...
dancing with your femininity
by my wolfish alphabet
from A to Z 
extracting your name 
shortly the blue deers eyes 
is the ancient fame
of the chrysanthemum skies