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[nikoesis]

To grasp me would be of no use; my form flows like an immortal river.

H.хренников

[s4sh44444]

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how much therapy would Yuri need after witnessing this though

[nikoesis]

Kingdom by the Sea

[nikoesis]

Meandering the chorus of her scent, I am lost between the curtains of her belly and her mouth

I worship the sunrise in her form divine, my head bowed down in reverent respect, I pray that the sun sets between us beautifully.

maybe in another life, we could be a temple of a shared two bodies, twilight, upright, hand in hand.

Her mouth becomes melody, singing without words.

i wander, consuming her pleasure with, softly, as though she were a little butterfly.

much like a tremendous hunter. we surrender, together

shared in solemn silence pass the day. the doorway to mutual softness.

the glory and divinity, Love is the gift of life.

~ H.хренников, Love is the Gift of Life

[nikoesis]

Love is taught to us through enacted acts of hope, and hope through our enacted acts of love. I fall back into myself. It is not sadness, but a hollowness in the dark. I was a bird. My former plumage droops, heavy as stone. Chan is a thief. He stole my eyes for years; I was blind. I hid from my lover in those wide, empty sockets, immobilized by fear, regression, anger, and misjudged joy. I hid so much pain— elation, anxiety, and worry. Yes. I admit that. My sprawl in the aftermath: an inferno of peacock-colored mountain valleys. And her love fills me as though I were infinite, as though this endless hole inside me were somehow finite. I fall back into myself. He rises—an eruption—into a sky-hungry peak, softly sunk in wildflowers; a fatal illness, like a melody of death (an elegy) in a squall where once there was no wind. Scattering. These embers of mine roost in his lava when I am no more than a quiet songbird.

H.хренников, Mercy from Tragic journey to Rochester

[nikoesis]

Three Women

There were three women in my life. The first from Volga winters, mud mixed with snow A gentle wind and I appeared. And rocked me in her arms, A the hole in the fence of the house where I went And when the sun on my back to force myself to let go of her hand.

The second one were taken from my rib-cage, from my rib, my heart beats with new passion. Two lone shadows intertwined cuddling like two gray pigeons I waiting for her or did she wait for me? And when I awoke, she was still sleeping and sublime, just as the day she asked me for a smoke And to this day, she has me mesmerized.

The third one sparkled like a dowry in herself I observe her, she makes my patience from the books I’d read every night in my head When the evening sky descends, Stars will shine to ensure that all her dreams Stay divine

Now the same three precious fires in all the beauty that was revealed to me And I will love her till the end of time.

- Nikolai K

[nikoesis]

Cover your mouth with a kiss, the sepia of a dead rose.

H.хренников