Katya, the lifelong one-night stand

I met her on the day after the warm solstice Of two thousand fifteen She shone like a Sun ray.

The place was the Muz Pub As a live band played on I looked into her eyes I knew she was no sub.

At the old Metropol We made love the first time As she escaped the morn Bare footed went my Sol.

The only art conference I spoke at in my life Brought me the work of art That made my life make sense.

We tried to meet in Turkey Alas she didn’t come My soul was crushed for days My days were rather murky.

She planned to come and visit And bring her three Princesses America, she beckoned And yet again we missed it.

Alas the years passed Apart but not forgotten The spark always alive A reunion a must.

And so it came to be The day after spring start I flew across the world My dear Katya to see.

We held in an embrace At the Richter hotel We looked into our eyes We woke up from our daze.

Her smile would light a cave Her warmth could heat up space Her eye for beauty such Her lust for life a rave.

I tired not of just staring Into her dark warm eyes I could not stop admiring That smile that kept on giving.

We made love once again Our bodies pressed together We screamed that day out far We washed away our pain.

She soon became a nurse As pain moved to my kidney She cured not just my body She cured my every curse.

We chained our souls together In the malenki Bolshoi A metaphor of contrasts Of our own growing tether.

While we enjoyed the ballet A war was raging statewise A lonesome but brave general A half a world away.

And then I met her daughters One prettier than the next Inheriting her liveliness Her artist soul taught her.

Dasha, Masha, Natasha To see my Katya’s soul Passed on for generations Filled up the heart of Sasha.

Spaced even years apart The one who has the eyes The one who has the hair The one who has the art.

Beef stroganoff I ate Imbibed much pumpkin soup I fed my body well I did my soul satiate.

We took a train out north To see the countryside We stayed next to dark horses We got milk from the source.

Naked as she was born She showed me Russian banya The hot and cold succession A poem for our own.

Just like a Russian doll We peeled layers away While talking by the piano We bared our very soul.

Myself, I’m rather fast She likes to take her time Alas, I’m in no rush The dice already cast.

She took me to the forest She watched me fall apart She helped to pick me up We made there our own nest.

I slept holding her tight Her nakedness against me Engraving precious memories With all my fighter’s might.

I captured her on stairs We looked down elephants The art swallowed her whole But bum and legs, I stared.

We saw the day turn sunset We climbed and biked and laughed I turned wood into fire To fulfill her request.

As I kissed her warm lips We bridged a gap so wide Between the East and West We drank in soulful sips.

She showed me Russian art As violent as Russian men She taught me about her world Journeys to death on carts.

Over the Greenland sea Her beauty greens my world Bewitching me again She’s hot as she likes tea.

And now as I fly home