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He comes in an evening
He is come
Black trousers
Black raincoat
Black shirt
And two dark eyes
He looks sad from afar
There are tears in his eyes
His hair is untidy
And he walks like a drunken man
Before the first kiss
The first hug
And the first holding of hands
He is sitting in front of me
He says: Lady, I have a question –
Do you marry me or poetry?
Do you marry me or the rain?
Do you marry me or a moonbeam?
He is talking
He comes in an evening
With the first snow falling
With the blowing of the first anger
With the falling of the first hopelessness
He says: Lady, sell me the wetness of your lips
Give me the light of your eyes
Grant me one of your eyelashes as a talisman
He comes in an evening
Takes off his dagger
Shows me his wounds
His chest is full of anger
His cigarette clenched in his teeth
His glasses wet with tears
He says: Poet Woman,
Give me just one night
Show me, once, your nakedness
Make me a present of your purple bra
He says: Girl, your kisses taste of pears
Your laughter leads me far away
But your crying is a different story
Black trousers
Black raincoat
Black shirt
And two red eyes go far away
Get a pail; melt away in the stream of rain
He comes in a night
He is come
A smile on his lips
A cry in his throat
Like a vapour rising
Entering my room
He opens my wardrobe
He says: I am looking for the purplest bra in the world
I am holding on to my hands, hiding my kisses
I am quietly taking off my blouse and throwing it at his
face
I say: Most Loving Man, they are here
He is smiling. He says: I have known you were hiding them
from me
Give me back my hands, my bites, the first, the second and
the final wetness
Again quietly
I am falling on my bed
With the sound of a girl full of loneliness
I say: Come, come yourself
Take them all
Take all of them from me
Occupy all of them
Do not give them back to me
He is still talking
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