Thanksgiving Night Poem by Dimitri Khokhlov

Yes, a knock when that moon shines,
Hi, and my door in loud tears sometime
Like my open heart, you know, the little Snow-white,
When you mesmerize me by your old kisses in my mind,
Lips on online windows, almost virtual hips and the crown of moonlight,
But why
You wear this palest cobra capuchon of strange silence, give the poison of lie?
It is from Eve a very old egyptian look without shame,
False icon's style,
Trendy social way of life,
Strange halo and caring on with ultrasonic cries,
But i loved so, like angel was beside,
But do you only crown in cosmetics of sweetest dove, the bird older mine?
That slave Hagar?
Like a needle fine only by betrayal,
Alien golden yellow butterfly,
The femme fatale,
Who can't do closed sky of Virgin Mary blue eyes in this Christmas night,
Above Her star strongly bright
Even before the sunrise of Father's smile,
Two cheeks, no more on the face of little Child,
And his feed damage a head of female mortal snake,
Thanks therefore i say.