Sergei Trofimov. (№ 70218)

Your piercing tenderness,
Your destructive passion.
Like death inevitable
Have me power.
And I'm just obedient servant,
Suffer excruciating pain.
When it is easy and simple,
You again command me.
Carelessly thrown dress
Your warmth still holds.
And on the wall weighs crucifix
And scarlet flame.
But in a dispute between two contradictions,
Of sin sublime essence.
Your divine shoulders,
Your divine Breasts.
And you breathe the moonlight,
What flowed in the night air.
And the night was warmed by you,
And the birds sang outside the window,
That everything in the world is priceless
When he have power.
Your piercing tenderness,
Your destructive passion.