~-English-~

Winter Again

The bitter air stings my face
And I can see my breath;
Only the birds of Winter remain,
The others have flown South.

Flowers remain asleep,
As the Arctic winds rage.
The only green trees
Are those mighty firs.

Snow and ice have
Rained upon the gardens.
Autumn shades are gone,
Winter has taken the lead.

Winter is such a joy,
When snowflakes kiss your cheeks;
And cling to your hair,—
Oh how I love Winter!

The lake is frozen in ice
And trees are bent over in snow.
At night the wolves howl to the moon
Complaining of the cold.

Silence and long dark months,
And waiting for Spring to dawn.
Slowly daylight lengthens,
And the air grows warmer.

Then on one day,
I ventured outside.
I saw Spring had arrived,
And Winter had flown away.


Timothy and Marian


~-French-~

Hiver à nouveau

L'air amer pique mon visage
Et je peux voir mon souffle ;
Seuls les oiseaux de l'hiver restent,
Les autres ont volé vers le sud.

Fleurs restent endormis,
Comme la rage des vents arctiques.
Les arbres verts uniquement
Sont celles des sapins puissants.

Neige et glace peuvent
Fit pleuvoir sur les jardins.
Nuances de l'automne ont disparu,
Hiver a pris les devants.

L'hiver est une telle joie,
Quand les flocons de neige embrassent tes joues ;
Et s'accrochent à vos cheveux, —
Oh comme j'aime hiver !

Le lac est gelé dans la glace
Et les arbres sont repliées dans la neige.
Dans la nuit, les loups hurlent à la lune
Se plaindre du froid.

Silence et mois longue et sombres,
Et en attente de printemps à l'aube.
Lentement la lumière du jour s'allonge,
Et l'air devient plus chaud.

Puis sur un jour,
Je me hasardai à l'extérieur.
J'ai vu le que printemps était arrivé,
Et l'hiver était envolé.


Timothy et Marian


~-Russian-~

Зима снова

Горького воздуха укусы мое лицо
И я могу видеть мое дыхание;
Осталось только птиц зимой,
Другие летали Юг.

Цветы остаются спит,
Как арктические ветры ярости.
Только зеленые деревья
Это те могучие ели.

Снег и лед
Дождь на сады.
Осенние оттенки ушли,
Зима взяла на себя инициативу.

Зима-это такая радость,
Когда снежинки поцеловать ваши щеки;
И цепляются за ваши волосы, —
Ох как я люблю зимой!

Озеро замерзает в лед
И деревья наклонился в снегу.
Ночью волки воют на Луну
Жаловаться на холод.

Тишина и длинные темные месяцы,
И ждет весны до рассвета.
Медленно летнее удлиняет,
И воздух теплее.

Затем на один день,
Я решился снаружи.
Я увидел, что пришла весна,
И зимой улетел прочь.


*Тимоти и Мэриан

Go quickly, turn the radio up, for the classics.
I want to hear the Aria, and the sweep of the violin and the thud of the cello.
Desire it, for me, so such that my heart beats and sways with the music.
Pull black lace around my shoulders,
and tie my hair up in knots and curl, should that be my desire.
Read sections of Elliot, Ghibran, and Cohello to me by candlelight, barely are our knees yet to be touched,
and I can hear the sound your lungs make in the pauses between the lines,
trying to understand, the very moment of clarity, the writer, concedes to the reader.
Allow my voice to be heard amongst the depth of the inclement music,
despite how quiet it may seem in, that, moment.
Do not call me by my name, I should not desire it, even if for a moment;
it tastes like absinthe, without the sugar, and is bitter and intoxicating and raw on the tongue
and that it would no longer be my desire, but yours.
If I should desire it, I want you to be sure of yourself;
I want your heart to pulse so loudly, it is the only sound you hear,
and your mind becomes unconscious to my form, only my forceful presence.
Tie me up, in *******; bind my feet, my arms, and my *******;
use wax, and chains, and leather.
Be afraid, be very afraid, to  love me like this.
Place your palm on my back and hold me, like, this.
Be a wall I can cling to, feel my desire for my nails claw at your fascia, at your concrete chest,
let me make my mark in you, and you will feel, good, very oh, so, good about that.
Be slightly nervous, by my desires, but oh so tense and excited.
I want you wanton and willing, but I desire you hesitant and forbidden.
I am the labyrinth, I am a woman, I was not built to be understood;
but bring me ***, bring me braces, bring me your rough delicate touch,
and you will see i was built for Desire.
If I must, I must desire to be enjoyed and entertained, I want you to make me smile, yes, you.
To do this, is akin to going to battle and i want to see you are ready to go to war for this very simple desirable quest.
Feel the stockings on my legs and deem them available to be held between your fingers.
But not yet.
Desire, if it must be met, must be met by me through me, by you.
If I must desire, You must desire it, too