Bencze Attila: Heart-beats

In a drum
is shouting
my heart
is waiting to come
here to the trees
to a cooling source
here onto the roof
onto the lap of walnut trees
as a sweet
as honeyed one
seducer as music
as the water of a source
as an alert dream
beat
is shouting
next Psst
filch it next
and the source beneath
clanks
rattles
- the letter -
is shocked
beats
- the heart -
the poor one
charms
summons
a feeling,
a question
i'm dreaming?
May desire?
Seducer your lap
driven down
lying down
my head than
flue dust in the field
moves
bellows
knocks
falls out
decomposes
my heart
and i feel it
there is not something else
only yet one
beat.