Max Fomitchev-Zamilov | Poetry and Prose

Максим Фомичёв-Замилов | Поэзия и проза

You are fragile like the first ice on water.
You are delicate like an over-ripened fruit.
I am here to feast on your sweetness.
I am here to burrow inside your soft warmth.

You are lonely like a lake in a desert.
You are vulnerable like a bird in a nest.
I am here to clothe you with protection.
I am here to keep you company.

You are tender like the first sun in March.
You are soft like the silk of the Orient.
I am here to worship everything that you are.
I am here to extoll your perfection.

You are my pearl.
I am your shell.
And I’m keeping you entirely for myself.

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