I loved you half a dozen thousand times per day
A hummingbird’s heart beats much alike
You were my Eve on the Adam’s Pike.
It was you with whom I crossed the Milky way.
I dreamt of your eyes twice as often
As you’ve got them twice as many as hearts
The sky reflects their color in all the fine arts
It is them, which make the storm soften.
I touched your endless toes, thumbs and fingers
By changing the piano keys every single shake
It was all done on purpose for climax’s sake
It is worshiping you where my inspiration lingers.
I decided upon a rather simple card reading.
I took out a queen of hearts and a jack.
Suddenly, the room is under a stormy attack.
No more cards. No more hope am I breeding.
Expressionism
© Copyright: Андрей Крысанов, 2015
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