Morning After

На русском:http://www.stihi.ru/2014/09/14/9474

Like with hot lava I`m seething with sex.
The cold wall of rain blurs over grey windows.
The morning. The bitterness. The poems. The snow.
I feel pleasure and pain, I think, I`m weirdo.

The time waits for so long, but then spins away.
The day, that decays, sends innuendos.
I can't breathe without you. And your silhouette
I see in the park, but I lurk in the shadows.

Like with hot lava I`m seething with sex.
I wallow in memories - the taste of my pain.
I do not dream of you, be sure, relax.
I just play my role in this wicked game.

My cup of tea burns my cold hands,
Do you remember my first unfold?
The mask turns to face, disclosing the truth.
I imbibed your essence like a priestess the salt.

I understand. We have different views.
We have different ways. We have different fates.
But I breathe in with you in my solitude.
Your skin keeps as a secret my derma cells.

The rain falls to puddles, freezing and grey.
A part of you lumps somewhere in my throat.
It's morning.  It's painful. You are going to leave.
Locking myself, I let you go.