Convince me with a kiss that I am really yours for good.
Behold my eyes and catch the bird of heart with your emotion.
Since nothing stays amid, let sip with wine provoking mood,
indulge the bodies down into the endless touches’ ocean.
Then we will swim, become two fishes. Our fins and tails
shall spatter fervor waves of utter sacrifice on fusions,
and the entire skin will slowly start to bloom with scales,
reflecting our open minds to infinite conclusions.
And we will smuggle stifling air through developed gills,
and blind the reasons under bubbling yearnings’ supervision.
I truly crave to taste it – how it’s really fishy feels
to split a tail with a delicate, like trust, incision.
From calm to turbulent, completely lost in space and time,
the desiccative ocean will surrender vibrant splashes.
Will heavens come repeatedly, as counting cents in dime?
God knows…
but even dreams about can bliss me out,
my precious.
May 17, 2007
Iouri Lazirko
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