~| r u s s i a n . n i g h t s |~



tickling my nose
that fur,
but I only burrow deeper...
CRUNCHING snow
from tender flakes
to stabbing stakes
Katska...
I will remember
on summer days
when my arms are bare
that there was no sun
and you were my warmth
when you and i
wore the same fur coat
and nothing else
Katska...
we sang songs
that had no words
only a simple tune
that made us both smile
touching cold noses
and butterfly kisses
you were my Anastasia,
Katska...
I will remember...


© 1996, h e a t h . h o u s t o n