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Atif Kujundžić

Born in 1947 in Gračanica (B&H), lives in Lukavac (B&H).

POEM ABOUT THE BEAUTY AND THE BICYCLE

She is a girl of great shine. Like platinum, gold, nickel. On the short way to our paradise I put her on my bicycle.

The scent of her hair. Her touch melts me. She gives me her mouth. Her gaze and breath. I push the pedals. I’m losing my strength. And she’s only scared of one thing.

I give her the handlebars. I hold her breasts. She dare not speak. She holds her breath. I squeeze her with my legs. The beauty lusts. She’s only scared of one thing.

I want to stop by the side of the road. She tenses up right away. We’ll kiss, I whisper in confidence. But she’s only scared of one thing.

She gives me her mouth. She’s still on the crossbar. Curious windows glare. It’s wonderful, she says, moved to tears. But the crossbar is making her bottom sore.

When we parted, she waved her hand. She waved at me for a long time after that. It could have been worse, she whispered…

That girl of great shine. Much like platinum, gold, nickel. On the short way to our paradise I drove her on my bicycle.

Translated by Ulvija Tanović

 

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