Summer Night

As such, the night of July

I did not want to go to bed

The last of the sun's radius

dance sky and the ground.

Wildly past memories

over the rolling flood.

I am still inside me

pulsating volcano vibrating vulva.

At times into hibernation

sinks into the world, and sometimes

fire lights up in March, as well as the air.

Beautiful period wrapped

After the memories

foil. I am

confused from too much thinking,

shake-free toes

After Ilosaari wind.

So we danced to rock music Karelian

among the guests. reaches the

I sit for a moment in August when

at the foot of an apple tree mold

between your toes.

Inside shout of love

Hunger is tired of years

torment. Sometimes common sense beats

empty, and at times I

ready for the battle of life

to give up. In August, maybe

I am a mature grain, and

bend into the blade of grass much

your lap quietly.