Maybe… maybe it’s time to shout ‘Mayday!’
Maybe… maybe it’s time to break off your fake play!
I’m sick of beating these walls of morals!
Their tips are less droll than the Gregorian Chorales!
Maybe… Maybe… Maybe…
Please, Alice, please, stop to flee!
Maybe it’s time to step through the Looking-Glass.
Alice, I beg, show me your sass!
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014
please, let me to lay
on this cold granitic stone
between grey and grey.
please, let me to say –
I’m exhausted and alone
I feel total splay.
please, let me to flay
I’m ready to give a feast,
I’ll wait birds of prey.
please, let me to stay!
I found my latest refuge
between grey and grey…
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014
The Vermilion Moon… I lift up my arms.
Chandra Namaskar. My Saint Vitus’s dance.
My stream is smooth. My breath is deep.
I count pulse. I curve and slip.
Another circle… a bow… a leap…
My rite is done. It’s time to reap.
The Moon is glad. It smiles and winks.
It drips on sheets like bleeding inks…
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014
Наша призрачная связь –
Полустертый иероглиф.
Неразборчивая вязь.
Еретический апокриф.
Нам не хватит слов понятных,
В темноте идем на ощупь.
Может, повернуть обратно?
Так, возможно, будет проще.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014
Как передать словами… тишину?
Сквозь полудрему слышный шепот ночи?
Как сахар растворяюсь и тону
В настое горьком сбывшихся пророчеств.
Я снова темнота и пустота.
Дрожит в углу серебряная тень.
А утром меня вновь заменит та,
Которая предпочитает ночи день.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014
unbolt me 