***A Poem by RuzicaYou gave me a book
of Russian poetry to keep me warm at night Yesenin whispered to me when you were far away lost in the mists of the city lights and I danced alone like Isadora It rests on the edge of my bedside table like a thing with a soul alive while Pushkin weaves his shadow fingers through my hair Sometimes I put a weight on it - a white ceramic angel to keep it closed to keep it from fluttering its paper wings Sometimes I remember how you read to me how you kissed the rhymes with your lips and your fingertips and in the darkness you played that long dead music And I remember how I leaned on you shoulder and saw the world through mismatched eyes And I won't ever let you take those words away from me they are still mine even if you are not © 2014 Ruzica |
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Added on July 2, 2014 Last Updated on July 2, 2014 Author |