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 moonÂ
and exchange the singing?Â
My deer...
In the presence of your perfume
i tear my claws,
i bow by bloods
and invite you
for the rhyme of our kissÂ
because i'm not a poet
and i do not mastered anything
except ...
dancing with your femininity
by my wolfish alphabet
from A to ZÂ
extracting your nameÂ
shortly the blue deers eyesÂ
is the ancient fame
of the chrysanthemum skies

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