My breath is a red bird
In the auburn skies of your hair
I take you in my bosom
Your legs extend beyond description

My breath becomes a red horse
I can tell, as my face is burning
We are deprived, our nights are too short
We need to make love, galloping

translated by Omer Kursat

Jimmy

you were right
about that trouble
I was in
there was a woman
involved

Lenny