After sex with you
I’ve got your smell on my skin.
You’ve got my smell too.
And you’ve got the smell of sin.
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If we fail to love,
Nobody will even notice that.
It's not a stain,
It is not shame,
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Dedicated to one modern Russian poet who called me names and wished I were dead as I am not clever enough for him
He did that just for fun?
He mocked at me and called me - wow! -
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There are some women made of silk
But with steel frameworks deep inside them.
I know such women and I think
That they're both wonderful and shameful.
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I burn my poems.
I burn my boats.
To you I say:
"Please, go away! "
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Fly, fly like a bird.
Fly away.
Fly away from me.
I cannot hold you in my arms.
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When you call me,
I do come.
Not because I love you.
I try to love everyone I meet on my way.
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