A student made of snow A soft moon with dark shaded eyes Lays in a cyber elastic negligee At the Mies chaise lounge

She asks me about the champagne picnic Near Baku Would we meet Or would we miss again

Or should she come to Dagestan Or better to Derbent Where she was chained once before To the lion beasts at the city walls

And a loud feast began And 1001 men screaming for life Chanting and beating For their dream of falling in her thighs

To taste her holy source Of joy and wild desire Like the city of New York Mirrored in a gem of fire

Tbilisi, 03.05.2020