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The greatness of this world is all condensed in your curves. I love the every bounce of the lights against your body, the way it spreads across your skin, creating shades and volumes and colours. The landscape of yours skin, with every little inset I know by heart and yet each time discover with surprise. …

Do you love me?

It's half past 2 at night, The room is partially lit with that overheated table lamp, It's comfortably warm, like bathing in steam milk.   It is then when it happened. You looked at me … not just with that brief recognizing glance.. No … You looked At me Reaching through my pupils right into …

Meeting you

We could as well have been born in different centuries, in other dreams, in other bodies. But arrangements of incidents placed us in the 90s. You could have been the boy who did not escape the war, I could have been the girl who did not escape the chaos, but it just so turned out …

Dark sky

When moist dusk smells like grey I walk out of quiet Into the mute, into the numb. So beautiful, so wild The universe enwraps me With its indifference, with its complex mystery Spilled offhandedly, aimlessly.   Where to find myself among this beaded chaos, Amidst the burning cold? The sky full of shapes and no …

On Writing

Writer - Reader relationship Writer-reader exchange is quite an intimate conversation. How much privacy, and responsibility there is in this public act. And almost undoubtedly this exchange, like any twisted relationship, manifests itself in trust more than in anything else. For the reader, it is the trust to the narration of their sudden teacher that …

Solitude

I'm standing there in dead-waters Splashed in front of you, When everything else is moving, spinning. I'm staring down the crystal wind, But it spills no words, Only swallows my tears Smashing them into the dry soil. And I still stand, looking for your voice, a word, a sound To land on my eyelids like …

I wish I could write …

I wish I could write music, the rhymes of joy, the cries of generations. I would have wrapped it up in secret invisible threads weaved out of my soul. The silent jumps of my heart rivered into the air and into the stranger's ears. They say more than words ever can. But notes are never …

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Awaken me. I've been holding my breath ever since your left. Colors have been changing clothes, but my walls stayed motionless, shadowless. Moving through space with resistance, flying through time with my eyes shut. The day blends to dusk, and I am still at Tuesday.   © Elena Sergienko

Distance

What distance speaks - drips of my half-through empty glass. Like silent kiss of doubt, the  spicy sip makes a dance on my lips in numbness, The burning cry of emptiness travels through my throat  into my bleeding heart.   The white walls speak to me in  solitude we share, They trap me , and …

The Roots

I am the life after death; the craft of my ancestry; the blood and sweat of mothers’ wombs. I am the breath of liberty of the women of my tree, caged in the robes of unexpressed freedom. I am the hope for the better life that they never had. I am the sacrifices of their …