Speaking of making things up, I have been creating, another poem for my Belarusian love. I wish to share it with you now...
Poem for Irina, January 8, 2012
It is not about distance. It is everything about closeness.
Finally, a destiny offered both of us, proof that fate
can fuse desire with justice.
A touch. It has already happened. An understanding, woven.
Rising from emotion, admiration, enthusiasm.
The day after Russian Orthodox Christmas Day all the clouds
swirling above the world have a beautiful tendency. All music
is somehow beautiful.
Why does anything matter? My walk is an easy achievement;
your French fragrance moves on your body, my mind.
Sturm und Drang stretch us, if we let them. Romanticism
is where my blood estimates its worth. Let us be wild,
cut through temperature.
A word. A seed. The word. Toss away your diminutives,
reality dances like water under the summer sun.
Luminous is our awkwardness of speech; it will soften.
Nurse your conclusions, marry from them our future.