Zbornik Mednarodnega literarnega srečanja Vilenica 2004 - Ljudmila

Mererid Puw Davies
Over a drink
Come on then my sweet
let’s be cruel tonight
and let’s catch up
with that girl they call love
that foolish elf
who never sees sense
who always forgets
to leave her glassgreen wings at home
when she sashays by like summer
let’s be cruel tonight
and give her a call
that trusting child
with the heartstopping smile
all eden’s glory in her hair
holding out gifts, brilliant leaves in her hands
let’s call her now
that girl they call love
and as payback for something
(that slips my mind now)
let’s cut off her hair
pierce her palms
put out her eyes
and between us, smiling
transfix and tear
over a drink
those stupid, greenglitter wings
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