***

At the one forty two
You were thinking of me.
I was hot,
I was tossing around.
And I couldn’t resist,
And I reached for the phone,
While was putting my feet
On the ground.

“What the matter? – I said. –
Cannot sleep?”
“Cannot sleep”.
“And I think, I should blame
Cherry blossoms”!
And I smiled to myself,
And I knew, that is not
You were thinking about.
I felt awesome.

And at one fifty five
I was driving at night.
And I knew, door is open,
You – naked.
And I smiled to myself:
What a marvelous life”!
And the rest – not important.
The – end.