Olga's Poetry & Thoughts

Everything was a bit amiss, Without you by my side. My lips thirsted for your kiss, A part of my heart had died. Without you by my side, The world was a scary place. A part of my heart had died, When I last touched your face. The world was a scary place, The equilibrium was gone. When I last touched your face, My heart fluttered like a swan. The equilibrium was gone, Gravity ceased to exist. My heart fluttered like a swan, And flew away into the mist. Gravity ceased to exist, My love was tamed by crows. And flew away into the mist, My equilibrium was prose. My love was tamed by crows, My lips thirsted for your kiss. My equilibrium was prose, Everything was a bit amiss.

The lamp is plugged into the wall It's shining but there is no spark It's connected but it still feels dark I wish love could be resurrected But when a light bulb is defective It must be recycled, right? I wish passion could be turned on At the flip of a switch I wish I could think passionate thoughts Like I did when the lamp warmed my heart When I thought I could die with you and I'd be happy I could breathe the same air and I'd fly I am always and only thinking of you Now the lamp is plugged in And the cord is frayed Switching on and off Isn't easy as it used to be

Mechanical motions Like a train or a car It's so easy and  Feels so smooth to Ride a train and  Let it take you Anywhere. Mechanical motions Take you places Take you nowhere Take you everywhere Take you where Your heart beats fast. I like going nowhere Just enjoying the ride On a train or a car With fingers entwined Heart beats in sync With the radio. Mechanical motions As simple as speech As natural as movement As liberating as song This, too, is lust. Making love to no one Making love to every one What is the difference? When it is only my reflection I see in the rear view mirror. Mechanical motions Robotic, artificial Forced, surreal Yet at the same time Complex, innate Enticing, fragrant Like a rose  So tempting to touch So painful to hold. Mechanical motions When I do this to you Do that to me This way, you are just A reflection of me And I make love to No one; no pain No recip