I raise an altar of my love,
Stand on my knees and start my pray.
I beg the shining God above,
The angels soaring like white doves,
The only You to come my way.
I recognize Your tiniest peeps,
Your eyes like sparkling oak-tree bark,
Your longest eyelashes, sweetest lips,
Smell that wakes trembling in my hips,
And feel my blood becoming dark.
I sweep my hair on nephrite grass
And cover skin with pure bare lights.
I cross my arms, my legs, and, thus,
I sacrifice myself, I trust
This gift won't be in vain tonight.
I raise an altar to the One,
The saintest saint of my deep soul.
I still believe that You will come.
Blood drops on altar from my palm:
It draws word "yes" to my long call.
(06.02.2006г.)
I raise an altar of my love
© Copyright: Светлана Яр, 2006
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