Beautiful Elena
May 23, 2016
It pleases me that I am not your hurt,
It pleases me that you are not my illness,
That as we step upon the heavy Earth,
Its solidness shall never drift beneath us.
It pleases me that I don’t have to flirt,
That I can be relaxed and wordplay-needless,
In suffocating blush not feeling stirred
By accidental touch or random glimpses…