In Your Arms

You were crying in pain and joy
When we first met
You hugged me awkwardly gently
Not to damage my fragile body
The warmest smile was formed
Upon your sweated reddish face
I didn’t bother to open my eyes
-I knew it was there by instinct-
I sucked you hard and greedily
Whenever I wanted to
You were always there smiling
I waked you up a thousand times
Just to see your smile again
As if I would miss it
As if I could miss my eternal refuge,
The only place I feel secure and calm;
In your arms
Estranged Comfort

We used to feel absolutely comfortable
On our old single mattress of our youth.
It was the world to us;
Our boat of endless love and dreams
That travelled us miles away
To discover new territories
Of our limits and fancies
While satisfying our basic instincts
With animalistic politeness.
We never felt strangers
Never grinned or yelled at each other
Neither did we cry – except
For moments of pure happiness.
Oh, I miss those days!
Our good past days of youth,
Of fun, of laughter…
I miss our ordinary single bed
Every time I lay my mind down
On this brand new king size bed
Of splitting intimacy into two opposing sides.