by Alexander Abalakov

My mind

Your breast is my nest
It's simply the best
And here I'll rest
My mind

Your eyes are my prize
When they are to rise
You don't need advice
To my mind

Your arm is my charm
When perfectly calm
It sounds alarm
For my mind

Your tongue is big fun
It likes hit-and-run
It fries like the sun
All my mind

May 1998

from "Stardust" poem collection