When Katusha
met her Uzzi in the spring,
where waters
simmer and the sun ignites,
and all their
motions made the mountains sing
of summer
madness, white explosive nights,
she flew to him
in sudden urges, kissed
the petals of
his brow, and promised life;
and, when all
fired with passion, Uzzi missed
the tremors of
her lips, he took a knife
to carve
initials in the sky and fling
ecstatic
numbers on her hair, as lights
adorn the river
filled with stars and ring
the beauty of
her eyes with wishes. Rites
unfold of love
controlled in bloody mist
where
body-parts lose power to resist.
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