Whatever You Do It Is Mine
Doesn’t matter
You leave me
I leave you
Doesn’t matter
Some days are passing by
We do something else
Doesn’t matter
You are touching some other
Woman
(do you)
(it’s not the same,
it’s not the same
but you are not giving in
you can’t think of it)
I do drinks with some
Other man
He has a nice smile
And he is warm
And I think
Maybe
Just maybe
His smell
Gonna cover yours
But yet
There is no way
I can imagine
Better angle
Nicer angle
For my sleeping head
Then your white
Folded arm
Come on
Lie here
Get sober
We will kiss later
I say
You say
Ok
We are naked all the time
Anyway
Me and you
And I am showering
And you are sleeping
And I am surrounding you
With my legs
And I am reading
And I am waiting for you
To wake up
So we can kiss
Whatever you do
It is mine.
IF YOU READ SERBIAN, you can order poetry books:
Poslednji ostaci poezije, LOM, 2005.
Njen tajni život, LOM, 2010.
Čujem bubanj, Marija Farmer, 2016.