Something for friend

Moments with you

I wear bead
Bead in apple

I  walk to you trough darkness of the city
Every time I think in your touches

It in my chest crunches
Nobody at home

And I felt miserable, sadness
Suddenly you loughed

Like ice dust
In the desert sand

And in my shoulders
You lie down your hand white and pretty

Like a wick in forehead
Of the sick child

And you love that night men in me
And you love that child in me