POEM BY ALEXANDRA BAKONIKA
POEMS IN LATIN
They rolled around conflagrated by passion
still in seventh heaven by his kisses
she thought it was raining but he corrected her
it isn’t rain but the crackling of the dry wood
the gardener is burning outside.
They got dressed and after he offered her a drink
he opened a book and read Horatio’s poetry
from the original version
he red some erotic hymns
with his accent trills and sounds
and the juicy words in Latin
after their lovemaking they finished with verse
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