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I’ve found blond hair

just in my bed

alone one hair

was lying there

 

mysterious thing

while I’m alone from many decades

like my home

my home which stays on windy beach

too far from any women’s dreams

 

what’s more I’ve found an empty glass of wine

with purple lipstick trace

and piece of rose in bathroom

and

sublime sweet scent of perfume

 

yes

mysterious things…

 

I could explain… 

I must!

as I’m judicious man

so I explain:

that is… m y   glass!

(I’ve lost it there when was well drunk)

 

no lipstick trace!

that’s only wine

dark wine

and lips

but lips were  m i n e!

 

no perfumed air!

just fresh spring wind!

 

no roses leaves!

it’s just a piece

of grape

or something what I've rinsed

 

so

hair!

get off of logic mind!

get off of me!

stay out!

 

stay out?…

or… 

stay?

 

yes: stay

don’t go…

 

of magic born one golden hair

like butterfly

could stay alive

 

alive

in wise

but empty life

 

slight piece of magic

of one night…      

 

 

 

Aug. 26th, 2011

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