Фаталь оргазм. Саша Андер

                      только искать

                                        и домогаться похоти других осталось,

                                                                                            себя бросая на произвол

                                                                                            унаследованной ненависти

                                                                                                                            к собственной плоти,

                                                                                                                             и к другой,

                                                                                                                                              возможно,

                                                                                                                                              тоже.

                     Но только твое

                                        не оставляет мерзости осадка.

                     И каждая часть,

                                          и запах,

                                          на который слетаются пчелы,

                                                                  свежестью обдавая и опьяняя,

                                                                  не подступиться к тебе:

                                                                                                         так прожги мои глаза,

                                                                                                         словно на фотографии в детстве,

                                                                                                         и захрани на свое бессмертье