Artist: Ivan Pokidyshev

Who is you if not so fair?
If not a minute word you say?
If not a step behind a movement like a dance to go away?
Where else would you be everlasting
In any blurried half-assed gaze?
To be the center of forever stretching open like a snake.
Scent of my darling, hope’s a mirror
For the sea I wait and wait
Through the windowpane; the sun, the rain are cloudy all the same
But I will never freeze your image
For this heart I won’t complain
To be cursed to feel is tainted in any word of this refrain

And I see you struggle in the wind
To be carried by a lamp
For the sweat falls when you breathe it far to never understand it
And you would wave inside a pocket, flies like cotton in my skin
You could lay your body sober, you could turn yourself to me
And I would rest in you forever, to be insane is to believe
Don’t say your words in any letter, whisper all yours in my ears
Never call or sing a page, fantasy is of no use to me
Except when the cold divine of music like yours calls me in a dream
For you’re the flame, the centerfold, the name that calls me to come home
You’re a little more than words; you’re the voice, the rhyme, the poem.

About the text: Relax, this is not for the girl previously talked about in this site. This is an old beginning-of-the-year study on new love. I kind of don’t write like this anymore. But I find it very pretty, actually! It feels freeing, like love should feel, even when poking fun at obsessive love. I miss this. The happiness and optimism I was feeling during that time. Well, 2025 is almost here! Here’s to good love, at last!