Primrose Path, In 2007 Poem by Larisa Biyuts

O white September with blue eyes,
you smell of coffee that I spilled
today at lunch. It was my agitation.
You and I are satisfied - today.
My feelings are unveiled,
admixing in my blood
with waves of endorphins, which nice.

O hot December with your power,
I’ve changed indeed.
To give myself to you
I’ve given up all hope.
So, that’s enough. Forgive me. For I can’t -
I hardly can survive without you,
just warming hands in someone’s arms to spill
black coffee once again.

Stars are so distant. Months so close:
September and November.
Don’t come in. For it’s not time.
It’s summer at my place - so, tear your calendar.
Never fear. Sit down for the road.
Forgive my rubbish - I have said much more.
Go now. For ever. Don’t forget
the sun-flecks of the parting in the springtime -
part of my life. And you - you are my king.
For ever. Leave my hands, and -
greetings, o December!