our blindness
came out of the swoon
we were doomed
and not betrothed
both
we
and sherry
shared
the taste of
being lost
we were lovers
o’er
the moon
all o’er
each other
puzzled
stemming
our short breath tides
we weren’t diamonds
but pure dynamites
shamelessly aiming
our desires
at the forbidden fruit
of curiosity on fire
we kept the words
like a pinata loot
and aired them
in syncopic waves
and dared then
to have a say
our foreplay
wolfed down
the dances
of feathered time
upon return
out of the blindness
dreamed caught
in senses
finally sublimed
14 February, 2012
out of the swoon
© Copyright: Юрий Лазирко, 2012
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