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Scary and lonely
where I'm waiting for you.
At night from the windows
creeps from the street,
thoughts are worse than monsters
tame foxes
stars, a sharp month.
There is no other thing in the world.
I'm in a troubled world
liver-head
hear as if mini
the sea is noisy in a wave
little fish
a flock of plague seconds
rushing about if you wait and
flow slower.
I would move now
two hours,
so that not half
give everything to you.
I would defeat shyness
meet your dark look
and not fall into the abyss
rushing at random
hard tenderness of the cheekbones
give your shoulder.
My heart would be echoing
beat like a hundred pichugs
flicker brightly like a flock
those gilded fish.
I would have less fear
get out of the hole.
All my fish are dumb
just sweep the sand.
I would be to you and I would
hide your face in you
I would be defenseless wet
squeeze into our gestalt.
I'm just lonely.
I'm lonely waiting.

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Strashno i odinoko
tam, gde tebya ya zhdu.
Noch'yu na svet iz okon
s ulitsy lezet zhut',
mysli strashneye monstrov,
lisov ruchnykh smirney
zvozdochki, mesyats ostryy.
Prochego v mire net.
YA v bespokoynom mire
liverno-golovnom
slyshu, kak budto mini-
more shumit volnoy,
malen'kiye ryboshki,
stayka chumnykh sekund,
mechutsya yesli zhdosh' i
medlenneye tekut.
Mne by seychas podvinut'
vremya chasa na dva,
chtoby, ne polovinya,
vso tebe otdavat'.
Mne pobedit' by robost'
vstretit' tvoy tomnyy vzglyad
i ne sorvat'sya v propast',
rinuvshis' naugad,
zhostkuyu nezhnost' skuly
dat' tvoyemu plechu.
Serdtse by stalo gulko
bit'sya, kak sto pichug,
yarko mertsat', kak stayka
tekh zolochonykh ryb.
Mne by pomen'she strakha
vylezti iz nory.
Vse moi ryby nemy,
prosto metut pesok.
Mne by k tebe i mne by
spryatat' v tebe litso,
mne b bezzashchitno-mokrym
vtisnut'sya v nash geshtal't.
Prosto mne odinoko.
Mne odinoko zhdat'.


19 октября 2012 в 23:48

Из мёртвой английской сказки о придворном Поэте и наивном Принце. Глава последняя 515.

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