He is the route of the silk ... His voice a texture of Ramio ... the body in velvet green fiber ... an irresistible embrace of Pashmina ...- How to escape ???- .. Delicate stamens woven are his arms ... Yes ..- he goes for me ... is a shelter of strings... and when night falls ...he weaves and wraps me in sweet cocoon of love --- - with me,he makes immense beauty ... ....
Mayakovskyjung- דָּוִד- Dāwud














