Your spring is at the cross-road with my summer,
Like wanderers we met each other on the way -
We are like shining stars, which, somewhere,
in space of Gemini are lit up for a play.
A feast of greenery here lies below us.
You gently touch a dandelion with your lips.
Around us stands the yellow world of flowers,
you taste the nectar with your tongue’s tip.
Conception of new feelings by the cosmic dust
of deep blue dragon, with the sparkling scale.
Red snake of yours will give a birth to lust.
Let there be expectation of a fairy tale.
(translated from Russian)
My page on a Russian site: http://www.stihi.ru/avtor/boreaus
There is a war on for your mind: http://www.infowars.com/