Lev Brekhman

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'Want sex? ' - a sticker on a car.
Why not, if it is safe...
If not, it can for life you mark,
So don't be too brave.
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Slightly offended by shortness of it,
Looks at himself in her eyes.
Heavenly better than 'beating the meat',
And hellishly strident were cries.
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Eternity of rhythms,
Eternity of bodies.
The food for any myth,
Even very bloody.
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It does not make the least impression
Upon the course of any life -
Serenité, or rabid passion:
The end is always, always rife…
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A very rare pleasure -
To live without pain.
Pain is the life's measure,
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What do they hear in this song?
This song of male hormones.
They come and go, a lovely throng,
All thrilled to very bones.
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Allergy to life
Is something like AIDS.
You won't quickly die,
But you have no space.
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Female instincts can go rampant
In the surrounding male world.
Do women prey, oh so flamboyant,
Or does this mimic, ages-old?
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Love is, of course, the strongest feeling.
It makes you try to self-induce.
But head, from happiness so reeling,
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A meeting, with future, so short:
You're glimpsing yourself in the mirror,
And a sudden desire to yourself abort.
Not ever to live in this horror,
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Well-being in all your limbs,
And even in your soul,
As tiredly you swim,
In river-love, so whole.
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Busily ticking away,
The clock on the nearest wall.
Time is the eternal way,
That takes us in tightening hold.
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The statue will not ever lie,
And will not betray your gentle trust.
It'll be with you your whole life,
And after, when you are just dust.
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A sort of modest pride,
I'm having recent years.
Got nowhere to hide,
And do I want? Oh, yes…
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Bill for the use of my body
I shall to God present.
Now - all spent goodies,
Nothing to look at.
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We drink and drink -
Who can stop us?
Aslant on brink -
All life is flop.
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A slightest tinge of shame
Must be preserved in sex.
For souls can't be tame,
If bodies quickly flex.
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Maybe early, maybe late,
Understanding comes.
Sex is an everlasting fate,
Life's long beating drums.
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A loving woman's voice is mellow,
It is a whisper in the night.
So love her back, don't be so yellow,
And strive to hide your mortal fright.
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