Артем Тюльников
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That very time the seeds of liking planted grew from tiny stalks right into towering trunks as high, sky-scraping as a kite.
They barricade bird’s eye view with sentiments we cultivate, the vegetation’s bursting forth and given the green light.
The roots of yours are interlaced all stiff with mine – it’s hands we hold a heated grip through which our sap flows an electric current at the speed of light.
The wood itself is carved with longing scars – the distance talons its does sharpen so, desire etched on the bark a writer chisels tooling gloom he cannot but recite.
That very time those grains of time are there to grind for us,
We never neither put on airs nor did over trifles make a fuss.
Attachment is a composition of our own accord, the tightened strings are alpha plus.
Devoid of sound, mute and loose they were before caress your tender brought expression sound, verbalized emotions thus.
That very time I brooded over all the thick and thin that we’ve sailed through,
The narrow shallow waters sank into wide deep without any further do.
My buoyant surge against your sub-aquatic stream – a rolling riptide you believed to be taboo.
In retrospect, who would’ve thought a fusion with you a subconscious dream come true.
I am Her Big Cat
Now I want out, I meow pussy-like, I scratch.
Oh please the door for me at last unlatch!
Well, don't sit down and let me enter back again!
I’ve reconsidered; I'm a lion, and return me to my den!
I entered your religion when you brought me home.
The comfort is a chapel and the love its dome.
It’s clear as day that everything in this whole place is mine.
Even this giant cat that comes around to make you feel just fine.
Don't really like it when this tall cat being’s near,
And your all attention concentrates on him.
You spend like that hours on end oh dear
While you should bring to life my every whim!
No one can best me for I am so tender, funny and stupid.
No wonder why, your little fluffy meow-head cupid.
It is hilarious to watch n' hear me sneeze.
You burst out of laughing just at ease.
I always want your hands to run along my fur.
Either your petting sprints or marathons, it makes me purr.
You drive me wild, and I in turn cannot but drive my claws
Into your soft skin that has never carried any flaws.
I hate it having dirty ears.
You fix them right, I have no fears.
And when you hold me in my arms and bring me food,
I feel so good, and sorry that I misbehave and sometimes rude.
I like to sleep with you in bed.
So happy with you and when I'm well-fed!
I swing my tail and take a good hit on your face.
Unlike this not-a-wink-of-sleep-at-night,
The sadness-of-the-morning giant cat,
It’s natural that you and I need space!
At night I sing cat songs and lyrics narrate some,
And in the morning all I hear is now beat it to your mum!
So brave, not scared of your Mother when she says she’ll turn me out,
And if it truly happens so then you’ll leave with me I’ve no doubt.
When Mother says that she will have to drown
Me breathless then I run to cuddle in your dressing gown.
Well, it is quite anywhere that I can cuddle.
It's up to me where to leave and yet another pee-poo puddle!
Before I do my toilet business, I should beat the tray that you clean after me.
That’s how I let all know what I am up to, but no one is interested as I can see.
Oh well, at least regardless of the time at which I hear the toilet flush,
It is my cat’s valerian to watch the process closely, so it’s there I rush!
And if I find new things around, they are what I have to sniff.
Well, if I like them very much I mark them and they stink quite stiff.
Sometimes I really like to bite,
Against the other cat put up a fight!
You let me have a truly masculine moustache.
Have my own way, feline brutality I stash!
At times I act as though I were completely crazy.
I might as well do nothing being absolutely lazy.
I'm both efficient when I lick myself as well as you.
Sometimes it's planned but oftentimes out of the blue.
With you around, I'm all healthy and my nose is wet.
You are so great an influence on me – that I can bet!
My stomach hurts when you're away.
It disagrees with me day after day.
And when you're back, I can spend ages lying on your chest.
Your arms around me, this is what I surely like best.
And in the course of all the time with you I've never thought of any cats.
I strike down all the throws of pitchers' due attention with my baseball bats.
And every time you call me your beloved, lovely, sweet,
