Or even Eden,

Both Eldorado

And the Holy Grail

Are within a few words.


If you talk

To a butterfly

That grows wings

Over a world of its own.


And Flowers

Of lush gardens

Are nothing against

The land of imagination.


Among dreams,

Nightmares, fancies,

It keeps dancing around

While He puts Baby in the corner

Of His heart.


Brown Eyes

They say I’m as sweet as chocolate,

Not even the dark kind,

But with caramel droplets

That would make others blind.

They think I’m as strong as coffee –

Not as much as espresso…

Maybe a latte kissing toffee?

Still, I energize presto.

Truth is, I’m as bitter

As unsweetened cocoa.

Or flowers that wither,

That come and then go.

As unforgiving and hard

As crystallized amber

That turns a fly charred

And locks it in forever.

Yet – whatever I’ve seen,

There is also some green.

“You just have to be very close,”

He said.



We paint nudes on our sheets,

And then you play for me.

The arrow from Diana’s sheath

Will be the secret key.

I see the inspiration walk

Between our thirsty lips.

You take my lipstick for a chalk

To draw a rose on my hips.

Naked linen drapes around

Your easel and my neck,

Forms my dreams into a sound,

Regrets – into a wreck.

Take everything I own –

The dark, the light, the voice,

All I’ve ever known,

For your art is my choice.

When We Rained Down

Remember that time of evil thunders -
The sky turned into a dark heaven,
But love worked hundred wonders.
You know, there's more than seven.

When the clouds opened to rinse
Our black souls and dirty minds,
Water was not enough to convince
Us of the duty that binds.

Instead we just rained down
In streams of tears and sweat,
Our poor bodies rained down
Until the earth was wet.

One Poem

Only one small poem
To make everything right;
It's not to show them
Any burden is light,
Rather a sudden wish
To deny I'm foolish.

I may lack the will
To close a chapter,
I linger on. Still.
Describe you thereafter,
Count words like moments,
Imagine your comments.

I may badly miss
Your candid direct speech,
Commas gone amiss,
Paper needing bleach,
Handwriting so edgy,
The ink - all smudgy...

But I've got one small poem,
Worth more than a whole book;
Only mine, never meant for them.
A short lifetime is what it took
To see it is not an excuse -
The metaphor of you is my muse.

Two Berries

Cinnamon-warm hands,
Poppy seeds sprinkled in your eyes,
That lock of hair immersed in cocoa.
I need a soft vanilla kiss
That would turn into
Freshly plucked melissa.
And where is the heart of yours?
It beats in a shell of a walnut,
Drips tears of lemon sourness,
Hurts in the bitterness of rowan,
Until it opens up in the rosiness
Of an almond tree blossom,
Dresses in cotton candy,
Wraps me in toffee smell,
Charms with the taste of chocolate...
I melt in your liquid smile,
Hot and caramel sweet,
And get lost
In the passions
Of two cherries.

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