Colorful

(translation of Лученко Святослава "Кольорове")

Draw my body with a rose-watercolor sunrise; let it become as it is a crimson river…
Observe how the fog blankets me, such blushful and gorgeous.
Outline my jealousies, as sweet-scented petals, with unfaithfully-yellow color of narcissus.
Let them be reincarnated with aromatic streams in the yellow-hot desire of the midday sun.
As liliaceous-green swallows… the slight drops of spring rain will be running away from your kisses…
Catch them everywhere, on my body... Collect their birch juice that flows down as milk from my bosom. It is waiting for you.
I dream of myself as a flowering, colorful and sunny meadow. And I guard your rest among gently-dark-blue chicory’s blooming.
My inhabitations are shifty - from a healable milfoil to a chamomile. I’ll comb you curly hair with an effortless wave-breeze.
Sketch me, as a stormy sky in a spring! With a lilac color, mysterious and threatening!
Let the thirsty earth beg tearfully for the rain! I will release my minds to wander…
There, between acacias... between thunders and lightings. Go boldly! Drink my seductively-passionate charms,
Breathe... breathe… more... I fill up myself with those colors, that you gave me, and become transparent...slight, as if a sleep.
That sleep will kiss your forehead, peep in the morning into the eyes with the first sunbeam, softly fondle you - your hands, and neck… breast…
It will touch with a warm blanket a belly... will blossom a crimson fire between thighs… It’s so hot and sweetly. It’s extensive…
And then, I’ll beg you - give me a little bit of the Fire, and I will become the earthly, crimson river in the ray of sunset of a sun!
This fiery river will shroud you with mystic moisture... with an infinite force of desire...
Born from Love.

17 September 2007

Iouri Lazirko
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