dream cense

the sky vapes with clouds
stars flicker like ciggy butts
i try to recall
everything i mooned over
but nothing comes to my mind

nothing except for
‘And know, whatever thou hast been,
’Tis something better not to be.’ *

* Lord Byron, ‘Euthanasia’

 

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2017

last may

It’s pretty strange to realise that the person you barely knew yesterday occupies all your space today. But they never ask. They come, grab your guts and start dancing a jig. How cool is that? (This is a poem Tony wrote for me.)

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my dance surrounds you
my stoic one, pole to pole
yours is love that lasts

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Wow… I’m really moved, Tony! (Psych! Pole dancing definitely isn’t your schtick.) Anyhow, I love you.
—Tati

 

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2017