If I Could Stop The Moment Poem by Roman Nikolaev

If I could stop the moment

Of you

And me

In a synchronic tremble

Spring will be the third

The birds’ trumpets will end the quartet



My skin will quiver

from cold

And hot

And in the cracks of the dawn

I will touch the dew of your skin



And your lips

in the moisture of which

the sun joy is reflected

will whisper the words of love



and I will say,



- you know, I have the sweetest picture of yours



and you’ll smile



descending under the quilt