Jammed thoughts in a corner,
I don`t think them anymore
I ignore them with charmed thread,
Supreme, smiling to me by heart,
I love them.

Thoughts fermented without you
From dreams they grow.
We string them like beads in my time,
And the only pleasure:
To weigh them with you
In seeds of muses
And cubs of longing,

And the only pleasure
Would surprise me in you
Smelling the thrills of love.