Oblak po stopalima

i dok ispod nje cvili
žuta glava maslačka
ljube me usta devojačka
između suncokreta
njena se butina bela
uplela
a oblak cvrči po stopalima
zbog njenih grudi
skakavac ludi
do neba skače
cvrčak me s troskota
proklinje
zbog njene golotinje
a grana bagrema
suludo grli
žbun trnjine
u njenom oku
nebo potanja
i cela toplica odzvanja
od uzdaha
vazduh se pali
i sve polje plane
čini mi se
ništa živo neće
da ostane
dok se novi život
začinje

Miloje Đurišić


Published: 08.01.2008.
Classified as: Poezija
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