Cold Winter Dawn

By Ramin Melikov

Not an angel, not a demon,
Just an earthly traveler,
Back from traveling the world,
Here to see your eyes.
Tired, cold, hungry and thirsty,
Desperate for nourishment,
Sleepless on this winter dawn,
I’m here scraping ice.

Happy birth day, been a while,
Here’s a card and flowers.
I drew the card myself, you know,
Grew flowers on my own.
There’s a poem in the card,
A short story about us.
I never wrote you one like that,
It’s different than before.

This poem is not like one
I wrote after our first kiss,
It’s different than the one
I wrote after our first love.
This poem’s different than all
The breakup poems I wrote,
It’s even different than the one
When you left me for good.

This poem’s pointless,
I’ll not read it aloud,
I’ll place it here on the stone,
Along with ring and flowers.
I’ll finish scraping this thick ice
That’s covering your eyes.
And then I’ll sit here ‘till dusk,
Burning all these poems.

Rebirth

By Ramin Melikov

Yesterday, I was trapped
In jaws of a lion,
Crying for help.
I died.
I died but I’m born again.
And tonight, I’m the lion
And you are my game.

But lucky for you,
My passion is rushing
To free you.
But you don’t wish to be freed.
Your eyes dare to test me,
You’re not even fighting.
You wish to be slayed.

I’m about to unleash
My gargantuan hunger
On this body of yours.
You are my possession.
I own you.
I’m on you.
I will do all that I want.

But first feel my roar.
Shiver now!
Your soul’s hour has come.
Enough of this foreplay.
I’m starving.
I will share you with no one.
You’re all will be mine.

Your cries will be loudest.
Your pain will be endless.
Your blood will be rushing.
Your eyes will be rolling.
“Oh God!” you’ll be screaming,
And thinking you’re dreaming,
And then begging for more.