I kissed you again, inside my train compartment, Liquid sweetness flowing like orange blossom honey I waited for you to lift your intoxicating eyesĪnd then touched your silken, champagne lips The sea cutting deep with a metal rapier,Ī piquant taste like blood flooding my mouth Īnd a cyclone swirling like fire in my veins… The kiss was the Atlantic in the middle a storm, Your lashes burdened with dewy poignant drops,Īnd that smile crinkling your bewitching hazel orbs,Īs I was pulling you, closer and closer to me… So, I closed my eyes and leapt straight to you… I didn’t wait for a nameless deity to causeĪnother schism between our contrasting worlds… I didn’t wait this time for you to speak I getting caught in a whirlwind of wonder On a platform, where my train halted fortuitously It felt like a grey stone was weighing me down.) I turned back with heavy, leaden steps and walked down the rose-hedged path again. A blank, unfamiliar, disappointing face stared at me. (I knocked hesitantly on your door and found a stranger instead. Your solitary figure in a pool of sunshine… That soft smile in the corners of your mouth, While you were lying down on the grassy field, Where I walked down the rose-hedged path, Your warm breath drawing myriad shapes in the air I see your unlined, sunlit, angel face so close to me, Mists dissolving at dawn, the untangling time… Vanishing brambles, the retreating branches of vines,
I see the dappled light dancing through the rose windows, Until I stir and emerge from a long, twilight sleep…. Grazing my closed eyes, my pale throat, my parted lips You come into my sable world with a sprig of mistletoe, Wrapped in bluish grey layers of secrets and stories… You stay half-hidden behind this murky veil of night Ī prince risen from the shadows of archaic lores, Your languorous touch is like winter on my body,ĭraping an icy tapestry over my quivering shell Ĭold as the never-ceasing waves of the East Siberian Sea… Soft and stinging like rows of briar roses… Your dark eyes are like thorns on my skin, You are a dream in a fog-covered landscape,
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