12 months

ОРИГИНАЛ,на русском-
http://www.stihi.ru/2014/09/30/2410

January. Coffee. Snow desert.
I leave apart the crumpled sheets.

You cause me pain, You give me as a present
The whirl of doubts and the carnal bliss.

February is sparkling with the sunrays
Hold on, my Lord, I catch your bitter kiss.

The coffee burns my stomach, fills my night time.
In front of you I bend my broken knees.

March is so dirty.Snow `s muddy brown.
The springs are running. We seem to fall apart.

April. Silence.I will not be crying.
You seem to treat me like a bloody slut.

May rejoices with the bright, warm sunlight.
I am so free, I`m filling with delight.

I start my June with kiss of tender lover,
He`s not like you.I leave behind the past.

July. Again.The nights are rather stuffy.
I open windows, watching hour hand.

August agonizes roughly.
I miss your kiss, your voice and don't pretend.

September. And you suddenly appear,
You are afraid of autumn and of pain.
You say, you need me, I am moved to tears.
You say I am the woman of your fate.

October tastes like mulled wine, nights are horny.
You are in me like poison, like a knife.

November. Stranger`s lipstick.I` am groaning.
Compelling evidence- you`re not completely mine.

December. Happy new hysterics.
The walls are stained with dainties,
Washed with blood.

The floor is wet and frighteningly cerise
I wish you happy Christmas.
Love is blind.

I feel like being roughly tortured.
My heart is emptied.
The throat is torn with cry.

You are the winner.
I am completely broken.
I won`t be yours.
You have been never mine.