your black silhouette
is a tremendous keyhole
etched against the door
it is a pity
that I never could reach the
three-legged table
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2017
your black silhouette
is a tremendous keyhole
etched against the door
it is a pity
that I never could reach the
three-legged table
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2017
I learned to ride a pony a bit later on, as well as step up to the plate and be a household name. Had it been a bear it would have bitten me, but it was a mere pony.
I learned to do many things. Treachery, fratricide, mancipation… adult games were much more interesting, the rules were so easy to break. I became a headline player. I almost became a god.
Only one thing stayed beyond my control…
Do you remember where you were the day the red god fell? I do. Since then my eyes became blood red. Forevermore.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2017
Your bare stomach is my pillow. When I turn my head to one side, warm air rises from the valley to lull me — on the other side, you shield my view of your face with your bosom — to devour me in the gorge near your heart.
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Твой голый живот – это моя подушка. Я поворачиваю голову набок, и теплый убаюкивающий ветерок из долины ласкает мое лицо. Позади меня лежит горная гряда твоей груди, сорвавшись с которой, я разбился прямо около твоего сердца.
Poem by SUDEEP SEN
Translation by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2017
Midday bends
over a city
thoughtlessly,
sun nipple
slips out of cloudy brassiere
shamelessly. It’s hot.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2017