A Vladmir Mayakowsky com carinho

Volodya, volodya,
a cloud in your trousers
i could have been
in nineteen fifteen.

At the top of your beauty
twenty-two
more delirious than malaria
you would break me into

But perhaps
your toothless smile
would take me a while
Eight, nine, ten
and then your
eternally yours!

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