To die a sudden death, to steal the gaze
Of slanted, playful eyes; to share a spasm
Of forceful recognition; we, the two,
Are smelling rain in the descending calm
Among the friendly crowd. So much you've got,
So much you're given. Deep and viscous water
Embraces you like lover's pressing arms,
Caresses flesh and dissipates the soul.
Your present lures you with its soothing dabbles
To narrow beach with scattered brown pebbles.
And still you witness with impassive wonder
The gathering grayish clouds over yonder.
To O
© Copyright: Константин Корженевский, 2010
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