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

leying on of hands

I was lucky enough to meet Tati here on WordPress just a few short years ago, and ever since then we’ve become thick as thieves. And from time to time we’ve even written each other little poems and things. This is Tati’s latest…

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i thaw in your arms
debouch into the heart line
coalesce with you

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Wow… I’m really moved, Tati! Thank you. I love you.
– Tony

 

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2017

aweary larva

behind a closed door
when the day finally ends
she becomes herself

she removes her face
like an old porcelain mask
with a hard-set smile

she unsnaps her chest
this cloying corset from ribs
which hampers breathing

she squirms on the floor
like a vulnerable slug,
writhes in agony

leaving behind her
a slippery mucoid trace
of raw poetry

 

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2016