What is a pillar of light from the dark?
What an alluring aroma around?
Is it the heartbeat? This thundering sound,
Somewhere in me, leaves a painful mark.
I feel that your lips smell of incense,
Your skin smells of ripe Macintosh.
But you stay with me at the distance,
That can allow the flame to a moth.
Your eyes are cold, like jewels.
Your words - sharp razor blades.
My skill seducer fewer and fewer
And I make unforgivable mistakes.
My love is blind and perfect - it's a facts.
I full of blemish, it is bored.
While you were speaking me, I fought,
But your eloquent silence attracts.
Blind perfection
© Copyright: Варвар Зак 80, 2012
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