Herman Miller Plisetsky. (№ 98430)

I would have a hand picked,
I would have taken you and claimed,
Quietly laughing at your "no"
Breathing in the scent of your hair.
And, not sated by the thrill of the bodies
A thump in the chest breaking the quiet,
Everyone was awake and staring,
Weeping for joy as you sleep.
I would you like to a stream, pressed,
As for the river you would have looked at me.
I would have for two hundred years not used
To the bottomless thoughts, you're mine.
If it were not different "to"
About which we rosebaum foreheads.