katerina shmelyeva

two hearts of cobalt glass
in their jaded dance,

the eyes of limpid night
...

no voice prints, no footsteps,
still doubt if you exist -
other inhabitants of the fourth dimention
know how weird my heart is,
...

the space
between the stars
a heavy salted song
of one chord night
...

there's a house of cards
with blue stress marks
on the walls
on the ceiling I painted a bird,
...

the grins of rambling dreams.
beware the moon that looks
for her twin soul,
the Demon star,
...

on the palm of spring
I could have been
a leaf or its shadow
...

no, not the same night
looks for us.

courageosly
...

who sounds
that invisible bell
echoing inside,
loud enough
...

7500 miles ago
the dawn is not over.

more signs of gold can be seen
...

breathe. parting is a glance of death
reflecting back that chronic
occult bleeding of the dark woods,
where two hearts once roamed,
...

travelling across
the silky perfect cadences
of all-conciliating
dead-hour suite that rings
...

especially
when the clouds are
so dense and dark,
the moon makes merry
...

scales of night
are the sails
carrying me toward
seas unseen
...

silvery haze
is blending
with our breathing.
it's not the time
...

words are skeleton maps,
and the keys,
aren't they lost?
...

no straight lines here
to claim for sure,
uncertain views
from a great height
...