Intimacy

(translation of Лученко Святослава "Intimacy")

It's the time to touch a flower… At first, weightlessly and gently to feel how the blue juice radiates somewhere in the depth of its nature… to inhale the spiciness of its young body… to be surprised with silkiness of its petals… Then, to be caught in sluggish submerging, unfolding it with light motion… with lips… carefully, taking it easy – it is plenty of time (yet, it’s a long path for the morning sun to reach you with its hot kiss). Suddenly, drops of the first dew show its appearance under the chilly shadow – feel them how it tastes, admit that slim beauty inside.
The flower melts… and opens out towards you in more-&-more candid way.
Don’t lose the time, satisfy the thirst of your heart from the depth of its most secret world – kiss, touch the velvet - already blazing center of pure pleasure… Taste the sweet pollen, ‘cause you are a bee which collects it, wind which spreads it afar, sun which warms up and makes you dizzy, giving within a ray the greatest of life!
Bluishness of dawn sky turns up the volume of its brightness, as the whole celestial space feels your unity with the flower. That bluishness falls down on it with a fragile shade and paints the flower with its own color… the upcoming of the day is near!
Your kisses become hotter, more passionate as the ray of midday’s luminary and it gives itself up entirely to that life-giving energy, juice flows down petals on the stem, which bends over from an insuperable load… That juice radiates, your lips are full of them… Essence of your loved one belongs to you absolutely, now you know it completely, it is exposed and guileless… it is yours… Satisfy the thirst, while the breathing did not yet become leveled, while the blushed and deluded depth is full of temptation and intimacy… Listen to the whispers of tenderness and moans of passion, be bitter and sweet, tart and sweet-scented… be a summer wind with the taste of mowed herbages, sunny rain – thundershower… Your breathing is as one, your motion, as wavering of birch’s branches... you become as one soul in the boundless Universe…

1 August 2007

Iouri Lazirko
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