The ring’s rim compresses my falange,
Bubbles are bursting in champagne.
My tanned humps sink in the steamy bath,
Echo of your sax ignites my path.
Your bristly cheeks, your sweating brow,
Suspenders on your chest – oh, wow.
Drops drip on cold, cracked tiles,
Like a fisherman, you net my smiles.
We rested lazy at the Ritz last night,
Now plaster crumbles in pale moonlight.
Bombs explode beyond the doors,
This fleeting moment feels like gold, yet I don’t devalue what we hold.
Our love’s a shelter, strong and bright,
A fragile refuge in the fight.
Before and after war, I’ll be your Bonnie bride,
Sharing foolish poems with my talented Clyde.
Muse and Clyde
© Copyright: Аксинья Шустер, 2022
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