The sky frowns with wadding.

Something in my chest is sinking.

Something in my throat feels rending.

There are no you. There`s no hope.

I`m tired to cry in the night.

You are so unreal for me.

But I happen for you time to time.

"Time to time" sounds like scherzo.

My pain moans in despair.

Unasked but so loud questions

Are drown in the aphonic air.

Fingers mammock the glass.

The red turns into blue.

I need you. I need you so much.

You know, I fell ill with you.

2017

Stop

As though the train shudders with "Stop",

Your shoulders move suddenly back.

Your gaze roams somewhere outdoors.

The street is empty. It hails.

The forest frowns. The moldy grass.

It`s cold outside. The animals hide.

The tired wind slumbers, lying snug in web glass.

That very wind, that played with your light.

I have promised to leave you just never more.

But I`m leaving you every second, each hour.

The light in the windows smoothly dies down.

Brokenly the light in the windows dies down.

The ice covers the flower.

2017

O n the field of battle

We are on the field of battle.

The suspension points drain through gaze.

Each point is a shooting.

Each point is fire.

I scream.

I put the point, marking the end. And again

I put point once more and once more...

And in points I sink...

My pulse beats for you.

My heart keeps the fire.

The blood in my flesh is boiling, spicy like clove.

You are inside of me. You are my burning desire.

Though I will never admit

That this feeling is Love.

And then I am bursting,

Like a bomb, thrown into old castles.

Locking the doors, I`ll finish the eternal game.

I feast my defeat.

And among scarlet poppies,

I`m oozing,

All soaked with the lustful champagne.

2017

The Colo u rs

The flame of my love flows through my veins.

All over the floor I spilled all my chess.

That, what seemed black, a film develops to white.

That, what seemed white, you turn into black.

The morning is burnt with the red colours.

The black of the spades prickles my lungs.

The puppy-dog feet have spattered the diamonds.

I have discarded the ace of hearts.

The flame in my veins is so eternal.

The long sea voyage is promised to ships.

If you only knew what this all is made of!

You`d better not. You aren`t ready for this.

The pain soaks through my strain tensioned nerves.

The blue blood is poorer than the bright-red.

I am no person, who likes to deceive.

But I`ll look joyful, though I`m sad.

All our smiles will take winter frost.

Not to think. Not to know. And not to admit.

This feeling is blowing my brain out like a shot.

We`ve been running away from each other.

And... mixed.

2017

The Wormwood

Don't think of me in the past tense.

I will not leave; I will not pass away.

I`ll take your soul into my cage.

Inside of your heart I`ll find my place.

As if wormwood I`ll sprout among the seedlings.

They are effete; I am the hardened weed.

Whatever happens, it just does not matter.

You burned me hundred times, but did not succeed.

Don't think of me in the past tense,

I am your blood. I am the impulse of your will.

Forgive me. Do not feel offended.

Once you`ll discover pain I have concealed.