What is piously – is so guilty.
We walked together so carelessly.
I touched you so gently.
And you asked me: and where is eternity?

What shall I answer, being so excited by you?
Where can I find revelation?
May be, in eternity of kisses?
And you asked me: and where is instant?

And to take offence you suddenly tried.
And I, as if forgiveness,
Pressing you in languid dance.
And you asked: and what - sacred?

What about feelings? And is there reason?
Isn`t it time to construct a tower?
Your questions to me are as orders.
And I have executed them bravely.
              
We are among eternity collisions
Together we build a tower of groans.
I am obstinate instant of passion
Above your most sacred bosom.

Leonid Shimko

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