baklava and vodka

stuck on a train
somewhere outside of petrograd
the biggest snowdrift i have ever seen
is sprawled across the tracks.
the samovor begins to boil and i feed you easter bread
while you snuggle up to me in our carriage,
whispering about the tragedy of turgenev's 'on the eve'
as the sun creates cobwebs in my eyes
and i drift into a sleeping landscape where we never wreck
before vladivostok.





Poetry by raskolniikov
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Written on 2010-06-07 at 14:57

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shells
The title sounded a good combination! I enjoyed this, it sounded very cosy, I got the picture perfectly from you descriptives and wlecome, as I don't think I've seen you around before.
2010-06-07