I'll kill you, madam, maybe not today.
Please, do excuse my nerve and separation.
I love you so, I was about to say,
But had been stabbed by your betrayal and fabrication.
My gaze is fixed, but I don't see the scheme,
Though in your eyes I see a python wild.
You are to me a mystifying theme.
I'll kill you, as it may be, in a while.
The chat is verging on a vibe of passion,
Your manners are excessively obscene.
I would be glad to seize my doubting fashion,
But as one knows, the coin has got two scenes.
I do not need your lipstick on my shoe,
Yet fingers seem so virginly appealing.
This very summer I'd be killing you
Before you're first to be disposed of me by killing.
21.05.2017
self-translated from Russian...