‘odd.”
And she collects
handfuls of palms
all recognition.
Everyone has arrived,
“Ofobes”
And a ticket to the station,
“Goodbye”!
Her way alone
on the other road
from the rains, the squares,
intersections, streets.
And she’s in English,
slightly slouching
not saying goodbye to them
goes into eternity.
Leaving the past on the doorstep…
Poison under the skin.
I’m going to put my sting in you.
Immobilized with poison and glued tightly with saliva.
Whatever you’ve never run away from me,
She gave herself up and fell resignedly into the abyss with me.
I’ll savor you like a slice of lemon.
Squeeze and juice in a glass dilute a strong gin.
I’ve been calculating you by your suits for a long time.
Among the thousands of eyes and insistent glances of men.
Waiting… excruciatingly cuts and moans with foreplay nerves,
I inflame the desire for prohibition and molasses melts the brain.
You’ll find out today my revelations of a,
Receiving the long-awaited by you, poisonous love” overdose”!
Like a loving executioner, making halos under beads,
It’s a velvet, gentle ivy.
You’ll get tired of screaming from the influx of countless numbers.
Irrigating a sheet under my multi-colored cloak!
A sip of love.
A sip of love! Oh no.! Take a sip!
And the lips freeze in singing.
Trembling under the fingers of a stubborn curl
And she pours to his forehead in treacherous humility.
From the half-open lips, a moan flies off,
Breaking the secrets with heather and wormwood.
A bud is bathed in the morning ross,
And the sky says Latin is with me.
Not understanding the sweet words,
You kiss the thrill of silk, chest and shoulders.
I breathe, I feel dizzy
And a quiet evening is snoot.
Soaked in the air with a gentle aroma,
I’m inocucarating with divine joy.
And I’m getting sloppy.
Whisper: “Love, I don’t need any more!”
And I’m a mile away with the lights and smells of Paris.
And I’m a mile away the lights and smells of Paris
Your fragile profile and graceful mill.
Behind the windows of Moscow, the hare breathes,
And I cherish the taste, sweet mouth.
The Breath of Love and Ravel’s Music
I’m trying to catch the bustle of the capital.
Rebellious wanderer and gentle minstrel
The fantasy stream carries me to you.
To the radiance of lovely eyes with shades of dawns,
To touch the hands of loved ones, to the curls of hair.
I’m my sensuality. You’re in my sonnets.
I will be able to bring to our garden of marvelous roses.
I’m running away from you.
I’m running from you to the contousable fogs of Paris.
And behind the glass I hide in the autumn cold rain.
I’m running away from myself, silent foreboding
Our horizon is far away, we’ll wait a little longer.
And behind the windows, summer replaces the cold cold
And lovers breathe and catch the lips drops.
I let you into my tender soul with warmth,
And I hope that one day our April will come!
Waiting for spring and wandering along the shady alleys..
I remember our garden, the quiet maple over the tired river.
I’m not sad at all and believe me i don’t regret anything.
Leaving you, I will stay with you forever.
A sonata of tenderness.
To me your tenderness,
Like a balm for wounds.
Knowing love
Attracts…
Silent understanding,
quietly promises bliss.
And I’m silent and crossing
In silence fingers.
And I freeze in the volume of joy.
I’m just a simple poet,
My poems.. Oblivion..
I pour feelings on canvases.
But they are also subject to smoldering.
When
