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The long nights.
oleh yusypyuk
Every beautiful night
I stand there staring at the sight
you have produced with your body
I glare inside her dark room
seeing her change for the night.
I question myself why
have you left me last night
she never revealed her beauty
just the top has come off
I scream inside of myself
"Take off the whole thing!"
But the silent night
does not reveal me nothing tonight
Too dark to see anything
I imagine myself near her again
with a knife in my hand
wanting to help her get naked again.
oleh yusypyuk has published another poem since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of oleh's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of oleh's latest works: