Yana Djin: And when I looked up at the sky
And when I looked up at the sky --
hazy and blind.
With the crescent purple and yellow like an eye
after a fight.
When I opened
my mouth to take a breath,
I could smell your northern hair,
I could see your face.
Pale. White. Almost blue.
Don't ask me how,
but I know it was you.
.
And when the morning came,
lazy and gray,
with its sun looking tired like a washed out slut.
No! its sun looking worn like a child who's lost,
I looked up at the sky and could feel your heart,
blissful and bare.
I could hear your heart
and I became blissfully torn.
And that's when I heard:
love is within your reach.
Like a golden coin in the temple it is being tossed.
And drowning in this blessed news like a drunkard at the final feast,
I understood that nonexistence is its cost.
Copyright 2020 Yana Djin
Yana Djin was born in Tbilisi, Georgia and currently lives in New York. She writes in Russian and English.
Thanks, Barb! Serendipity rules!
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I don’t know why I received so many wonderful poems from you today, but you must have known I needed to immerse myself in poetry. Thank you.
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