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She + She

She+she

Work For Sex (Part I)

A conversation:
- Let’s set ourselves on fire!
- Okay.

We may get to Heaven right away
Or, due to we dared so dire,
Be welcome to Hell…
Or, due to we aren’t so tired,
Shall we wait
So we could get the better place?

We are two -
He and She they think we are.
Breathless she stands,
Abandoned,
Right to the colourless graphic heart.
The streams,
Seems, filled the bath.
Great would be
If she rather gets some candies as the path to God.
If the dream you have got you borrowed,
You should never bet
On useless tomorrow.
And the beauty you are…
Abaddon.

Work For Sex (Part II)

Semidarkness,
The rain drops drum.
There are
She and She,
The best enemies
Arm in arm,
Between the sheets.
Silence between roars -
The wars of those forever late
For coming to their end,
The lonely whores.
Both are pure
Like the sparkling water of a spring
But, for sure, one of two would estrange.
A male dream
She‘s going to dream before daybreak,
Then be saved,
and tied for ages,
Or wire-linked.
How do you think?

Work For Sex (Part III)

Lonely
Yours only
Truth -
Write it on the wall:
This is the land of dogs
Lacking tenderness,
Ruth,
Wits,
Wishes,
Hitting the roof. Alas!
Wall,
Raise to jump
For the sake of each in the class…
Good goddamn wishes,
Good for
She
+
She.

The First Moan. Sex

The light was switched off in good time,
Not kept in touch with that odour:
Two maidens, naked as truth, here lie
Far beyond vanities or mental disorder.
The light was advised in good time
Of the right time when to burn their eyes, when to
Revive them;
The light disobeyed, and ventured
To unburden it’s heart to
Them.
Their shadows,
Lonely like goddesses,
Shy like kid thieves,
Has been linked;
Two
Carressing Eves,
Who know sin little,
In a haze of all the illegal
They sniffed.
This is
How it goes:
A room,
Off is everything that testifies the world,
Their sweat is made of brimstone, their bodies are impearled,
Still
Both of them seem to be in no hurry,
Their bluffing
Gains nothing but the morning Jah.
The cost of living goes up.
Both penniless.
Lay.
There must be a soul around.
The Second Moan. Ecstasy.

Enthralling is to see us
Willing, last
And love.
One – there is no harm in trying,
And doesn’t really hurt.
Two – the wires are alive
There is a bright light here
SHE lives in HER.
They’re at the very joint of young untroubled years
Alone
Seeking ecstasy, they got a sip of pangs.
The Power provokes wrath of them.
Buzz
The bath
With the anthem to the silence
Again.

The Third Moan

Think nothing for a while… As the day
Breaks your eyes would be drippled by colours.
She’s nubile, you see, let her lean against
Your shoulder to have all the fears gone duller…
Is there any other point to be a beautiful
Wife to a beautiful wife? Thus
RIGHT HERE
RIGHT NOW
YOU’RE FREE
Don’t give a thought for a while…
The semidarkness has been being filled with damned fraction:
Fifteen “nothing” per second,
One minute to measure half a litre with blood;
The chain reaction:
One hour to behold the world dying,
Another one – you born, but
In a different way, through thousand years, as a change,
Into a can with receipts
You’d be thrown
Away…
…
To smoke in bed is unsafe.
(Don’t give a thought for a while…)
You’re naked.
Don’t blame her, you see,
You can’t make it with the planet’s default settings,
But today there isn’t a reason to take revenge.
Your skin might trap in a bad story.
I’m sorry.
This is the report:
It isn’t bleeding today, no sacrifice wanted
And the most important:
Don’t give a thought.

The Fourth Moan

The third
Or, maybe, the fourth day’s
Too lazy so that we could get
Up and not back to bed
But behind the school unfulfilled desire’s front-line
Like a shadow,
And wait.
You dislike having flowers given to you.
You,
Who destroyed both days: before and the following,
Are waiting for the dark again.
I’m
Lonely, superuseless
(of the same feather with a cat and, maybe, a baby),
Still courageous,
Yours.
Ache – in soul –
Let’s heal it together
Ache - in body –
We’ve been lying here for ages.
Naked we go down to Hell every hour
.I want you right now

The Fifth Moan

A call
A romantic eve
Will keep the current
From yesterday’s
Jah.
And the evening pills...
You let them in…
You stood with no tears…
Into the night,
About 5…
They want to take us away
To have us crucified by towns.
And I want neither you nor myself;
Just there must be a gun over here.
- Age?
- Who do you live with?
Just the two of you, I see
- When answer, look right into my eyes!
And you’d better not to tell a lie.
How many grams?
- Nineteen.
- Get dressed. Let’s go.
Take your passports. Please.
If your guardian angel intercedes
For you, you’ll be back in a month.
Or else
There’ll be a certainly expected hell
Of flashers, shoulder straps and vulgar mother tongue.

The Sixth Moan

The fragrance of an Italian perfume
The calmness of the house and the pop songs compete
There’s a commercial of the gudgeons’ clothes on an impressive inches screen
You are dancing in everglam dresses: without panties and bras
The floor is covered as with paint with
Coagulated blood
The two in a bath keep silence forever
With empty eyes
With knives in their backs…
They got on a war…
You
Seem to me to look like a bird
Against a background of passers-by in the window
And I
Am playing with you
I like a cat of prey would catch you in the dark…

The Seventh Moan

MUCH MORE TENDER, IN THOUSANDS TIMES,
OFF THEIR THRESHOLD, WE’LL FREE THEIR SIGHT
FROM UNFAMILIAR UNPLEASANT HOLY
US.
WE’RE GOING TO FORESTS, THE SOUTH OF HEAVEN,
GET READY AS FAST AS YOU CAN.
TAXI, PLEASE, DRIVE US AWAY FROM THE BELT ROAD
ABOUT FOUR HUNDRED MILES!
PLEASE, ASK
YOUR WIND
- ‘CAUSE THE WORLD WE NEED HAS EXPIRED -
WE’LL EASILY FIND ON THE MAP - AND RETIRE TO - THE SOUTH OF SAFE HEAVEN

The Eighth Moan

Here we stay; I don’t
know how you are.
You are me - so far…
The room is a land
and a cell.
There’s a smell:
chlorination and Jah
with the fragrance of two rotting bodies.
No lack in food lacks in acting again
I put the gain of the spiritual
limit down to the wall,
writing this chic:
 “SHE + SHE”

Orgasm. Part I

They’ve been joining their breasts in love unit
Every moment.
Forgotten will be: they, and this couch, the indecent maidenly roar.
Remains: the power of hearts which has omened
Love
Is THE PAIN MEANT FOR ALL.
The Fall
Isn’t recent but sweetly decaying word to define such a play.
Then the payment.
To live and to leave
Are the God-given rights.
God told Her, She heard
“Lay down by Her”
After “get down on your knees”.
And the kind of the god doesn’t matter -
It stands to reason if accord to one’s wits.
From between legs to prison,
To the bitter from the sweet.
Her god is your tongue.
Your song is her cry,
Moan, ecstasy. Hear?
People demand you,
People are waiting,
People are here
And pry.

Orgasm Part II

The door…
Don’t you dare to open it. Don’t!
You’d better wait, nail the curtain to
The window.
Hide under the blanket,
Get high. You owe me. Lick it. I lack it.
I figure they also live in a lie,
Cure their idiocy by pulling the trigger,
Willing to come
Like you come right here
Right now.

One – crashed the door -
WAR!
Two - entered the dwelling
Yelling. Nowhere to hide.
Three – One of those men got stabbed with a knife.
But the knife of the other girl wasn’t in time.
Thus
They didn’t manage to make it.

They say never kill -
Physically? Holy shit!
What do they want me to be?
Not he, not bi,
I am SHE + SHE.

Twenty lead jewels
Will adorn your backs.
Two agamic bags…
Two cells, two hands of an autopsist
As the one’s life’s achievement.
Two candles –
Who knows who lit. So
The Incinerator will easily
Inhale both souls together into the chimney.
In the endless ongoing smoke.
Way to the underworld.
It’s so cold…
It’s so cold…
It’s so cold…
It’s so cold…
It’s so cold…
It’s so cold…
It’s so cold…
It’s so cold…

- Haven’t you really try… well… urr… with a girl?
- No… Have you? 
- Me… well, I was invited… I wanted, but… actually, I haven’t…
- Look, it’s easy… Don’t worry, there’s nobody over here…
Here I squat… and you move your legs apart and lift your dress…

Dedicated to the blessed memory of Ksusha Pogorelova.