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In the wind the fire cools down.
Devils sink in the poisonous seas.
2017
An I ce B reath
I trust in your silence and freedom.
I trust in your virgin hand.
I trust in the wisdom of heaven.
I trust in the whisper and steps.
I trust in the snow falling down.
I trust in the night chained by ice.
Everything what you wanted came true.
Everything what did not - will arise.
Will arise once in the kingdom -
In the Kingdom of Neverland -
Where are no ridiculous borders,
Where dancing stars never fade.
I trust in the games formed with rules.
I trust in the ears heard my gaze.
The blizzard sweeps over roads,
As a bloodless hound in chase.
The planets denied Absolute.
All waters of the seas have turned back.
Words have burned my books with deep black,
Throwing my heart to the cliff foot.
2017
The Log H ut
The chimney-lamp is twinkling at the window.
And outside the sable forest sleeps.
The watchful eye hangs over snowy meadow.
And black tail-coat of night is tensed through peaks.
Hark! That`s Dark Spirit walking through the woods,
It spreads beyond the timber circle.
Inhale and feel - the snow tulle
Has filled your lungs and tightly curdled.
The globes of eyes dance. The apple crunches -
So green and so gentle, as the poison.
And outside the window the orchard hunches,
Bogged down in the snow, deeply frozen.
Here Paradise is gone and Heaven left.
The Nippy Night reigns over there.
Huge dragonflies are itching in your throat.
Your mind is slowly going blear.
And spasms are squeezing deafly silence.
Life dances waltz on the cutting blade.
The fear and lust crave for the violence.
The sweep of whip.
And you breathe again...
Again you breathe. And taste of blood
Eclipsed the dismay, having left rich heat.
The blood is sweet like heady wine.
The scar is buzzing like a sting.
And life starts throbbing like a fry,
Got to the filled but narrow glass.
And red velvet of hot witchcraft
Makes your shy heart lascivious.
2015
Faith*
Put me to bed
With faith.
Give me the name
of death.
Then, please, sell me
Your soul
For incoming in me
And invasion in me
With your pole;
For my veins stained up
With mud;
For the words in the night
"You are a slut" ;
For abuse in respond
To my kiss;
For my craving after
Your twigs.
Put me to bed
With death.
Give me the name
of faith.
Then save your soul
For my sake.
Word of honour is "No"
We break.
2014
* in Russian variant the author used word "whip" instead of "faith"."
Faith" keeps the rhyme.
Give me
Give me some peace. Give me more than delight.
Give me something like life. Make it deeper than wound.
Healing is worthless. These are things no one can uproot.
My wings are broken. I lose my flight.
Fatigue, pain and snow. Again - sweat. Again - sparks.
Looking under my nails, you find blood and mud.
You are in my thoughts. You are in my life.
I am virgin like Eva. But for you I am a "slut".
Like a strand of hair in the wind I`m out of order.
My heart is your target. You`re holding the gun.
You know, my note is sodden with poems.