Kisses

Kiss I

I once had a kiss;

It tasted of raw pear

And consciousness.

It was snowing

Like in Moscow,

The kitchen

Like a faceted chamber

In Kremlin

And I was melting

Like a snowwoman

In his glowing cheeks.

The mirror looked pale

With the fear of the unknown,

Unknown but not like death.

Curtainless windows

 Staring at snow

Were trapped in their frames

And didn’t dare to step

 Beyond the boundaries.

When I went to sleep

 I wished the world

Buried in snow

By morning.

Kiss II

I once had a kiss

That tasted of carrot and freedom.

It left me speechless.

It felt like a new language on my tongue,

A language I did not know,

But wished to speak.

I tried  

My lips uttered

“Spaseeba, Moya Luboyv”

On his lips.