Harlequin’s Kiss
Nazarii A. Nazarov
Magnificent silver cloak
Covered your hips
silver rain of teardrops
Peremptory look
Harpoon and hook
Silver fish in wounding nets
entwined in Facets of joy
Like twelve young boys doing laundry
In the basement with their naked legs
Jumping and squeaking like lambs
Silvery Mo(o)ngoose tinted with lust
Someone’s first kiss
or last
we just need to reach
the willow over the brook
to touch the soft sand
pink pebbles
warm moss
and kiss the grass of
someone’s sadness
shelter us willow
under your mane of twigs
untill the sun
that goes round
sets over the hills
and we fall asleep
silken goose that stirs under the clothes
you move on and on
one
you put some lipstick
on your thin lips
young boy old lad(y)
and smiled keeping to yourself
the secret of who you are
Nazarii A. Nazarov was born in 1990 in a small village in Ukraine. Now he lives in Kyiv, Ukraine, teaches Russian and Ukrainian, writes his poems and prose in several languages, publishes books and articles in Ukraine and abroad, and sometimes fools around.