The moons are
a wonderful seasoning
for constant insomnia,
the bell is crying –
the swing at the tower:
now it goes to Heaven,
now backs away...
You’ve always cheated on me
to the left, to the right,
and on Friday mornings:
with a newspaper at coffee,
with a fried egg under the Sun,
with a grimace of severity,
while from the watering can
the leaders rained
the same bad news:
Outside our window –
there are fragments of war –
the pain of the innocent guilt
of the god Horus,
the bitter grief
sheds a widow’s tear
on the common grave.
Outside your window –
there’s Horace with the Graces
on the sea,
which bottom is so cold, but...
you are dozing in me,
warming yourself with Love
on the immortal wave.
May 26, 2025
Ты изменял мне. You have always cheated on me
© Copyright: Александра Крючкова, 2025
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