One crazy girl got him, crazy enough -

tender and never rough,

but deeply wild and authentic

as if she was from tribes, hell knows,

where from she actually was...

She run away from home

at night right in her milk calico,

She wasn't afraid of a damp road,

swamps, evil beasts and goblins...

Her eyes were wild indigo

They said, she must be

evidently cursed or broken...

The whole surrounding avoids her.

She run away to him like a mad princess, disgracing herself, overcoming any distance...

barefoot, she rushed over clover,

moss, wormwood, mud and fields

They said, such madness was worse

than the plague and measles.

But she came running, stubborn,

through the reeds and sedges,

legs bogged down in cold mud,

the dress turned black...

until she was lost and completely sacked

They said, the lost soul, and no use from her

except the heat of young and starving body

and her wild and tight embrace...

Nobody knew the nature of caress

She hid. Indeed.

Why did he need her? She's a fool

that left her own doorstep -

He played enough and cool

down like a young fox.

In another equinox.

But she came running and falling

as if she saw a living God, belonging

to him. What a whim...they said.

And then her wet dress has become too thin.

Where is the edge between the true love and a sin?

But he was worse for her than any poison,

worse than a wolf berry,

[she was a cherry blossom]

He never took her with him,

nor he shared a shelter,

Did he love her or played with her,

couldn't choose it better.

All that he could was loving longer

just to melt her

so that she screamed as loudly as she-wolf

so that it has become their nightly rule.

She run away, then came back

For the sake of one-sided feeling of hers

Well, what remained after him -

a spindle and a jar,

The happiest moments seemed to be so far

She sit by the window with a splinter of past

remembered lust, forgetting pain and sorrow

with no hope for tomorrow she cried...

So that she didn't grow old there,

He strangled her with a kerchief,

with misbelief of her sincerest love

He put her still hot steady body

Into an abandoned boat afloat.