A keresés eredménye

You’ll remember me more than once

You’ll remember me and more than once,
And my whole world, stirring and odd,
An outlandish world of songs and flames,
But midst all others, the one that won’t defraud.
 
It could have become yours, but did not:
It was for you too much or way too little,
It must be that for you I errantly begged god,
And that my verses were but scribble.
 
But each time you give in to the weakness,
And tell me: I have no right to recollect,
After all, bewitched by its sleekness,
Crude and simple, another world enchants.
 

I’d like to draw you

I’d like to draw you in pencil,
I think I’m capable, still,
I could do nothing, of course,
Just so things don’t get worse.
 
To kiss you is what I want,
I sort of know how to kiss,
Here, I’ll go wash my face,
and proceed with this. So? To kiss or not?
 
To tell the truth, I could kill,
Well, in self defense of my free will,
After all you you know,
It happens in police-people clash,
Or in a metro drunken bash.
 
It's unclear to me what I want at all:
I’ll yearn for a while and then curb the call
To seize power, to move chairs around,
To slap your shoulder, or to knock you down.