morning sleep
it’s sweeter than your palms
whiter than knees, milk and down duvets
longer than the strings of rain
on the shower curtain
more languorous than kisses
morning sleep
melting in the folds of the curtains
prolonging itself in blankets
enveloping flesh in pink
I grow endlessly long
my soul hangs blissfully like a silken thread
in a thin cocoon I’d rest a virgin
having folded my dragonfly wings
so that my hands would never love anyone
so that my feet would never touch the ground
Translated by Vitaly Chernetsky