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Don
Quixote
by
Leo Yankevich
Suddenly,
I am astride a
donkey
with Sancho Panza.
As usual, my head
is in the clouds.
And I am stubborn,
stupid
as always. Please
forgive my making
so
much noise when
I send dreams
to tap against
your window-pane.
I've come prepared
this time.
When
you say that you
never loved me,
I kiss your feet.
When you say that
you fear me,
I kiss your knees,
your pale and
precious knees.
By this time you
expect me to have
brought
a single rose,
reflecting northern
skies.
But no, I've brought
the best Swiss
Chocolate,
rife
with exotic fruit
and hazelnuts.
You turn your
face away, embarrassed
to
have been acquainted
with my person.
So
I settle for the
shadow of your
neck.
Then I move down
and kiss your
noble arms,
which tower like
two queens above
a servant.
I
kiss your belly,
and I kiss your
hips.
Then, mercifully,
you bend your
high brow,
allowing me to
taste your angry
lips.
And before I understand
that this is dream,
I kneel to do
what only I do
best
in the valley
where undying
love was born.
©
2007 by Leo Yankevich
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