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Безличмон #14. I will sketch…

I will affectionately sketch your yellow jacket and your golden hair fluttering so harmoniously all over it.

I will sketch your half-naughty, half-condescending smile, implying you might already feel the gap between us, but simultaneously your trembling desire to neglect it.

I will sketch the roaring music pouring out of your earphones to my feet, your tam-tam drumming, enticing me to the games of primitive tribes with their abductions and invocations.

I will sketch your shining dimples. I would waste all the paper on earth just to sketch your intoxicating dimples.

Then there will come your incredulously melodious voice, your contaminating laughter… however hard it could be to sketch all these in words.

Ready to sell away my whole life just for one moment of admiring your posture! your gait! your stepping in! stepping out! your tempting legs! Let me fall into fetishism, let me just stroke each and every item now hiding all your forbidden lines and curves from me! Let me just breathe you in… inhale you entirely…

I will sketch your future which will start the very moment when you slip out of my sight.

I will sketch all your secret nightly hugs and kisses I will never be able to see, not mentioning to share.

I will sketch your subsequent fight for your future, not necessarily that of creeping high atop, but of at least staying afloat.

I will sketch your fading smile and hair, your folding skin, your dimming eyes, and stooping shoulders…

I will sketch the moment far, far, far away from here and now, the moment when our steps and eyes might cross again…

…But then, I will not be even able to think or to remember that years ago I had thus songfully been sketching… you…