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  • MARGARET GUDKOV

    SongSoptok | 2/10/2015 |




    THE SUN IS SNEAKING

    The sun is sneaking through the ajar drapes
    Playing ménage a trois with me and bed
    Tiptoeing closer to the sacred union
    Finally entering , forgetting to request
    Plumping itself akin the sultan of the harem
    The rays caressing face, hidden before in bed's embraces
    Preventing my attempts to spooning closer, diving into mattress
    The sun is jumping on the shoulders, engaging in the games
    The blind man's buff or hide and seek, oh yes, seeking the pleasure
    I am in between, the center of attention
    The bed and sun competing in the feast of love
    Full of deep kisses, hot and moist, from top to bottom
    The hugs, the tickles, I'd better float in without any hesitation
    Surrender to the making love

    THE DISAPPOINTMENTS

    The disappointments are hanging , drying on the sun
    After been washed with a blend of tears and anger
    The big and small , the antiquated and the newer ones
    I wore them to the dates, to work , to the weekend outings
    Some used up so much, the material is stretched
    Belonging to the waste bin, somehow still in view
    The destiny, capricious lady friend, supplying
    The unending queue of fancy look at undergarments
    She say, my pretty girl, you check them out
    I think they'll suit you well , i succumb, attracted by the color
    Well, proved wrong, not pairing properly with character of mine
    The strap of nastiness , the lace of degradation
    The stupidity of the design or plain idiotic holes
    Nothing to do but to discard, only to get the hopes in vain
    Next time I'll try , it be alright, shine as a silk on sunny day
    What sense to make a plans , to build the castles in the sky
    Collecting golden dust of the scenarios that don't survive
    Isn't it better go outside without forging any expectations
    My disappointments are hanging still.....




    SAHARA MAKES YOU CHANGE

    Sahara, oh Sahara
    Exuding heat no less than Etna spitting lava
    Yet in the night shivering under the sandy blanket
    Insanity of days not wavering, only the centuries of dynamics

    You lay voluptuously, taking the space of the few countries
    Like a woman sure of her charms on comfy pillows
    Giving the lover of her heart signs with the eyes, you either conquer me
    Or else..i conquer you, beware of the seductive glances

    Stars are even tamed by your spartan beauty
    Shining ever so bright, binding the mouth for a response
    The nakedness, so powerful, so gratifying for insatiable passion
    It overwhelms any lone traveler who dares to cross

    The boundaries between the fantasy and the real world
    Are washed off by one cataclysmic sweep of nature
    Leaving bare minimum for a scarce population to survive
    Sahara makes you change perception, keeping on your toes


    [Margaret Gudkov]


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