I can't find peace from love.

Day and night - I'm always on the road.

Shakespeare, 27th Sonnet

It barely gets dark, I go to the bald patch,

where on the benches sit in flocks

merry ephebes ... and, hesitated,

on someone hold my eyes ...

And this someone - Vova or Vanya,

Valera, Vladislav or Vadim -

I smile, gracefully rise.

That's all ...

I follow him.

The boy has a short haircut,

alluring roundness of hemispheres ...

Ay, seductive boy! ..

I'm gonna catch you up now,

and ... not sly, you are businesslike

talk to me about the price, -

I immediately count the bucks, as if

the thought of money is unbearable to me, -

unmet by half

tired of the only thing to wait ...

Yes, I am alone ...

Of course, with vaseline ...

Three stops ...

... old bed,

the witness of the groans and groans

shelter us ... I will hug you -

at the crossroads

meetings and partings

we will plunge into dreams in reality ...

Yesterday was Sasha,

between two sexes

who told his story ...

The day before yesterday was Vasya ... or Vitya? ..

Today you, my boy ...

I love you!

I'm going through life from nowhere ...

You walk through life nowhere ...

We are pilgrims seeking a miracle ...

And there is no miracle ...

And again, as always,

forgetting the fare, kissing you on the lips,

without thinking where you met,

all night I will be Adrian,

imagining that you are my Antinous ...

You'll say,

that your name is Sergey ...

or Denis, - one, and two, and three

we will warm each other in bed

breath unmet love -

caress all night I'll be your body ...

your lips izomnu ...

You will work the fee skillfully ...

The night will end ... The arms will break ...

You will arise for a moment from nowhere,

to evaporate nowhere,

and I will not hold you -

not a miracle you ...

And again, as always,

evening will come - I will go to the bald patch

where flocks of funny sit

careless ephebes ...

and hesitating

I will stop someone to look ...