bring me with you to murmansk
see the silence of the stars in the warmth of your heart.
see the lakes through your eyes i
desire to see the lakes through your eyes
amongst the high and centenary pine trees
and a purple sky
—
feel the coffee on the tip of your lips
after a calm night would come a calm morning
calm spirits, not a word
not a word i
desire to be with you and use silent words only
read poetry silently next to you, in the bed
see the night falling over and over, endlessly
from the balcony, facing the shore
i ask nothing more than a life a seclusion
where there's no seconds but a whole
and it's abundant, like a waterfall
—
yours,
i don't want to be yours but you
we are One. the nature, you and i
one entity of quietness
the earth could take us, so could the sky
you are my northern light
i love you
i love you
я тебя люблю
—
the peace inside you i
desire the melancholy inside you
and what if we'd die tonight with the sunset
yet we have years to live, we found each other
in an absolute absence of words
because i lived fast and i desire to die slowly
rest isolated in the depth of your heart
where i would forever watch the moon shine
over the relief of the steppes
—
allow me this, this one last romance
live in our own reality.
sleeping, eating, walking, reading, writing
observing the creations, sensing our presence
our bodies One against the other

because what would be left to us now?

other than simply;
love each other genuinely?

we're all leaving
we're all leaving — but before

please, bring me with you to murmansk