Out of me you make a very hot vibrator,
He doesn’t think of anything, inside you he’s just crawling.
So that you could foam, he hits you up while blazing,
Lord, is it Punishment? May I drink this ambrosia?
And I stopped thinking now. Be it: we are the waves.
Waves that just fluctuate in the sublime night space.
Like in a dolphinarium, their smooth skin is thin,
Soft smiling in the water, with careful constancy
Moving towards our pupils, as in illuminator,
Where we are observing answers and the reflections,
And suddenly don’t know who was Initiator,
Who was the first to talk and who of us was just listening,
particles and scintillas, beams of one Radiation,
Where in ever-fusion our souls are mixing.
The dolphins
© Copyright: Елизавета Судьина, 2019
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