Lev Brekhman Poems

Riding the sexual urge,
We're streaming away and away.
Sex is our excellent forge,
For melting your soul astray.
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A marriage has these pauses:
Unsaid remains unsaid.
The mind-trap likely closes,
All thought is quickly dead.
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Your own Fate will step aside.
Somebody's presence is so nigh,
Good, bad, or neutral tide?
You can't perceive it, never try.
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It was, of course, long ago,
But we are still alive,
The drinking: as a sort of vow,
And just a little of jive.
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The absence of peril,
Is a peril, of sorts.
You're living as you will,
Nirvana, all comforts.
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The searching can be bitter,
The searching can be sweet.
God is not our 'hitter',
We are not 'cannon meat'.
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A slightly vampish girl I see,
Black hair, reddest lips.
Maybe a monster she'll conceive
In her nightmarish trips.
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It tolls, of course, for your love.
Of which you saw the sudden end,
Maybe you cry, aghast, enough!
But still it tolls, for all the undead.
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Slight movements of a slender hand -
Just touching a slender earring.
Her life is stretching far ahead,
She is not worried by a thing.
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The skin of your teeth,
Is the strongest tie to life.
Yes, we can hardly breathe,
But we cannot really die.
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