Life of having two hearts
One that knew the love,
knew the eyes of doom,
knew the feeling of an upcoming tempest.
At what time to arrive at the amorous place,
before lifting one’s gaze,
after the plume of saline, in amalgamation with citric fragrances—
overpowering, and of rich darkness—
went immortal from the lawn fields,
into the glass world,
and fell there, from the great heights—******.

And another heart—substitute in armor—
longed for no specific lore,
just remembered nothing,
and, hitherto,
known for no desire
to love.

Redemption serves a tricky role,
for Orpheus knew where all the mythos goes.
As warm water fuels the tempest,
each courteous action to foreign eyes is vice.
Heavenly canvas embroidered,
by the modest hand of noble kindness—
the one that falls the fastest,
to touch the soil in the inferno.

Fastened: requiem into the fluid motion,
and on this journey
picking from forgotten melodies:
emotions.
Each of which is the uprising wind
that most coarse, nonchalant of the dooms.
Yet if it’s let inside with open arms and loved,
opens as the oyster shell,
unraveling the pearl.
Ripened and rich in sweetness,
a fount raspberry on a meager day.

Every night seems to end with me
in agonizing wildfire by the enlightening sea.
And all I have a chance to recall
loses the memory of the last step when I walk the new.
So the universe hides all I, myself, find worthy of holding tight to.
And by my heart’s lake,
the mortal coil pulls the golden thread,
slicing hemispheres
in which there’s no outlet
for everlasting riot.
Ashes invisible to others,
but obvious to me.

Judgmental cry of gaiety—
for them, for us, for me.
In the darkest forest,
Virgil’s gaze reflects
on fate, forlorn inferiority bestowed,
on the effervescent tree.

Some things you just love,
and you love to love them:
prevalent fresh breath with a strawberry finish,
pleasant aldehydes.

Some looks just burn,
and, aflame, they guide you:
a corroded car on the highway,
where now fungi grow, nurturing a flower.

Some roads are detested,
and so, they face no suppression:
never saying hello to the acquaintance.

Some arms rise to the skies,
dreaming of affection.
Bubble gum blows into the palm of your hand.

Some hearts leave space
for opening and staying,
while other hearts hesitate,
knowing the price of paying.
Slightly opened doors have a habit of opening wider,
letting the cold in.

Oh, tenderly into the soapy landscapes,
fixed on the raw enchanting steps of greater beauty.
Counting the spiral motifs—
what are forms, and why have we named them?

Searching the space for the return,
falling asleep midway.
And all drowsy lashes on your soft eyes—wet;
tears are our own rains.

Don’t stay. Walk out of this lunar song.
Some things are not for us.
Sway all around.
Dream, don’t hold.

There was always a thought I was harboring, 

waiting for the right moon's crescent above us, 

waiting for the right soil, fertile and strong.

I've crossed the cold oceans—holding it, 

Winds of rough nature—further molding it.

So, to come home and unfold it to you.


Flying above daffodils.

History of our lands—
these crumbled stones,
slowly eaten and swallowed by the meadows.

This fatigued yore—I did pass too.

Again, reverently saving it; 

from the hungry eyes,

from the hectic minds.

Delivering it, like a ring of my devotion—to you.

1.
Winter’s grey dusk lies hollow,

virtue of warm tears melts into,

as it snows onto,

and everything whistles above the soil.

2.
Passengers arrive at the house,

in black silk robes,

hems soaking in cold water.

Drenched.

Their eyes too, soak in the hollow sights

of inner, perpetual, agonizing upheavals.

Their eyes freeze and fall,

fragile winter tree glass *****.

No house remains in sight.

3.
The moist skin of the sky

elongates its soft arms,

laying the cold body on the ground in slowness.

The beautiful face of the body cries:

sweet liquid of happiness.

It’s alive, brined in everythingness.

4.
Love the darkness in closed eyes.

Love the somberness of your soul.

Love all the murk shapes of nature,

and the ominous abyss in yourself, behold.