1) Milana's Song - Russia (From) Songs From The Women Of The L.O.M.) Poem by Otradom Pelogo

I'm a coffee pub hopper as you know by now; a place where I go to regroup or get focused to start a venture in a new place; thus I'll go to different coffee shops, find me a window seat, if not sitting on the outside, get me a hot cup of coffee and sit there and enjoy life, its people, and what it has to offer for about twenty to thirty minutes, and it can make a complete day. Ironically I met Milana one evening after sitting there trying to decide what to do or what to do next. The next morning I woke up still trying to figure out what was going on, only to find her sitting there on the edge of the bed on a Saturday morning, watching cartoons. I had just taken for granted that she had awaken earlier than I had and turned on the TV, while I lay there still asleep after a long night, that after awakening, I could only vaguely remember.

After realizing that I was still somewhere on planet earth, I grabbed her and laid her on the bed, kissed the back of her head, the back of her neck, to the bottom of her feet; realizing how nice, creamy and white she was, soft and firm. Then all of a sudden I realized that I really couldn't remember everything that happened the night before, and suddenly realized that I should, as quickly as possible, lay her on her back. But then I began to kiss her on her thighs, knees and all the way down to her feet.

After we sat there and talked for a while, she told me she was from Russia, I then, just trying to find out as much as I could about this lovely young lady, asked her how old she was, when she told me that she was seventeen. A responsive and quick chuckle came out, while my mind began to try and create a chronology to come up with a plausible age, which when done, could have truly been seventeen. It somewhat put a halt to anything else that I was about to say as we walked out of the door. She then wrote her number down on a piece of paper and told me to call her, while we walked out, heading down the elevator and across the lobby and walking up to the corner where we waited on a taxi; where I realized that my mind was putting back the pieces of a long ago night that happened only a few hours ago, and yet twenty years ago also. As she was about to get inside of the cab that had just pulled up, I asked her to give me a kiss goodbye, as a close lover or even husband would ask his wife before heading off for the day, where she turned around and gave me a quick soft and passionate kiss before ridding off into an early morning Dubai sunrise.

Later after my mind had put together the pieces of the night before, and realized how sweet it had been; the kiss that she had given me just before leaving, was only a small portion of what she had given me the night before, while my mind also brought back a night twenty years ago, where a beautiful young seventeen year old named Jackie, that I kissed from head to feet lay on side of me the next morning, and where she could have been, if I could remember, like Milana, sitting at the edge of the bed, waiting for me to awaken, while watching cartoons, where when finally having had arisen, I would have grabbed her one more time and begin to kiss her all over again.

The only time that you ever hurt me,
Is when I saw you cry
The only time you ever hurt me,
Is when we said good-bye
The only time I hurt
Is when I sit here and sigh,
It was I who paid for the ticket,
It was I who sent you away,
Now it's I who sit here wondering,
Wonder, I wonder, I pray
A million stars I have counted
Since I saw you last
I count the suns, the moons,
The shadows that they cast
There are only a few things in this life
That I still truly miss
A true friend, a beautiful smile
And a warm and sensuous kiss
When you fell, I caught you,
But you didn't blame me
When you recovered, you picked me up,
You thanked me for a second of
Loyalty
One called Lazarus
One rose high
Death, I have always known
But thank God
Because of you,
Life, I will have for each day that goes