24 Hours Poem by Liza Sud

I was holding you in my passage
for 24 hours.
It was annular savage,
by mind indestructible.

it's not pleasure, it is - possession!
without sex, without sperm,
not moving in any direction.
just not letting you go!

It was painful and burning
once again in my tunnel.
You were mocking and spurning
on wild bird - volatile cat.

I WAS WALKING LIKE THIS -
with you always inside me.
it's convenient - a kiss
and so tender a comfort!

was it sin? was it love?
was it tender including?
the caress of your palm?
or your comments intruding?

Anyway - I would say:
this your coming - the last time.
I am choosing the way
of my angel's sapphire.

It's not hard, it's no shame.
It is closed snowy Russia.
flakes are warm like a flame,
they embrace any passion.

It's like putting hand up,
bending it in the elbow,
like yogin's exercise -
and you see as sharp angels.