With bliss and horror.

2015

* – Sodom and Gomorrah are two bible cities which, according to the Bible, were destroyed by the God for sins of their inhabitants. In the Russian variant, the name of the city Sodom is used.

The Knife

You fed me just with your knife.

Still I had not turned evil.

I just lusted you to my bed,

Looking at you in a shiver.

2017

* There is a Russian superstition that one should not

eat from a knife, as he or she could turn evil.

* Here the construction "feed with" is used in its` meaning of - to use a tool to feed someone with something eatable.

The Werewolf

The sunset has faded. You watch my salute.

Each sprout of libido is watered by sap of the lust.

Like a werewolf, hanker after sweet fruit,

You gnaw my bones, seduced with the moonlight.

Cannibalism. Devour your own reflection.

A poisonous sting of the wasp is so astute.

Honey of bright pain pierces your core like an injection,

Exuding to the throat with red, salty dew.

Your monstrous heart feels like a burden.

You try to pull out ill-fated magnet from your chest.

The tortured blood clot you turn into stone.

Silence feeds lungs. Ignorance is blessed.

But the dawn is wounded. The fog licks the grass.

Haze of white ashes milks crimson lands.

Black as a sloe, the sky embraces the landscape of rust

Unclothing the red sun like a nipple of breast.

Onset of the wind falls down the golden woods.

Its music is heard between organ-pipes of amber birches.

Let the old bog be healed like a green wound,

When the willow weeps like a loyal believer in church.

Innocent joy! It could have never been different.

Through the broken ribs one can see the hematoma of space.

I have passed the game, being an external student,

Being a gallery god in the theater of lathery plays.

2017

The Sabbat

I ask The Fall for cozy feast

Into my dark and shabby house,

To open pages and the wounds,

To dance, and burn sad truth in fires.

I`ll organize the Sabbat rite,

And let it be as sweet as honey.

Let melt the ice in twinkling eyes

And lipstick be so flat and winy!

I ask The Fall for saddest song.

I let Satyr to tear my hips.

I`m eager for the rain to fall,

The sky to dark, and you to pierce.

I ask The Fall for cozy feast

Let summer go to Neverland.

The bitter grass so spicy smells...

Dance me, collapsing what was planned.

2017

The Surf

Astringent taste of your exuding sweat,

I lick from your oh-so-skillful fingers.

No more I need to run, to wait, to hate,

Just make my petals beg for a bite of stinger.

Astringent taste of tea,of sea, of time -

Captivating essences of liquids.

I let you be my spiritual crime.

The freedom comes at least to the sequence.

Astringent blood does not evoke remorse.

No more I cry. No need in absurd sorrows.

Don't ask you to protect. Just close the door

For us to entertain my feast of horror.

2015

The Calvary

You stand still, so wet between the legs.

And your eyes are teary-salty.

The Sun blazes like a razor my chest.

And your gaze makes me feel thirsty.

My heart is beating so madly,