Longing tremulous aspen-leaf

    I would like to stay with you your 
    contact longer. 
    Still longing to sing 
    vibrate vibrato, 
    inside the wind sings 
    longing wound flyer. 
    Still swinging in July, 
    and the jingle on her hips 
    belly dance skirt of brass bells. 

    The scent of summer, and mist 
    cry dewy nights. 
    The sky above me is a spacious, 
    between us is just the shyness barrier. 
    I am so longing as the vibrating wound flyer. 
    Pass from the driver, then the 
    to solidify my place and I'll drown in my dreams.