Daniel Medvedov

Alexandra Nego

T P N
andem

oetry -

otorious

Madrid / New York / 2016

oman

Alexandra Nego
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I am a notorious woman
and you call yourself Truman,
a man in a dark street
waiting for the next week,
attractive and charming
a woman's darling.
You embrace the trace of humanity left,
it is the body you want and my soul you will bet.
You may have the blood of a monarch,
and I have the features of joana d'arc.
Its becoming clear in my mind,
you will be surprised to find.
In my soft sheets of satin
you play confident like Satan
and you offer lots of pleasure
with delight and acting pressure,
somehow you want me to be your slave
when you whisper in sinister voice: be brave.
And yes I understand the artistry
on your way to bit your supremacy.
Is your look too hot?
should I continue with one more dot?
open wide your shinny eyes,
do not pretend to be in disguise,
the gratitude is well paid,
and the ritual is get laid.
the heat is on and burns to my delight,
get ready and turn off the light,
can you feel the music in the room
while you chase the breath under the moon?
No words can explain
our love is not in vain.

Daniel Medvedov
Me Answer
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I see a king in disguise
He
So innocent
So wise
Pretend not to be taken in account
He dont even think to be considered Even as a count
Oh,
Who is that one who may see him as a man?

There is a woman who love him complete

She is a Lover,
a Student, & she is his Friend
Indeed
The King lives now under a bridge
on the corner of a street
day by day waiting the brilliance of a sign
this week, the next week, next to next week
a Jude kiss on his cheek
He such an attractive and charming smart boy
A pilgrim Cherubic
A dazzling darling light
In such a shape no one embrace him
Being disguised in that shape of shit
In such a state of matters
Looks like nobody wants to even touch him
They ignore and discard
He has nor gold
even a commercial card is missing
In low voice peoples mind
They all say
This one is such a character,
In all world such a man you wouldnt be able to meet
It is hard to find
A man of his kind
May be in the desert
Between Mamluks
Who knows
In the woods might be
He offers nothing
Nothing is he looking for
May be a sweet pleasure
May be
A rude hammock may be
Oh yes
Indeed
A slave that king in distress wants not
Nor a servant he needs
Nor a lover he needs
Nor a student he needs
Nor a friend he needs
He all that Three in One needs
He has no need to find
A separate type of each kind

With dear nonchalance

His look is such a splendid carelessness
He is elegant as in that movie Elliot Ness
His eyes are plenty of dazzling shine
He just pretend not to be there
No gratitude for they who left him
No ritual dans lglise
I see a small fire on the shore
No need to turn off the light
You are under the moons light on the sand
Sea waves music in such a subtle move
There is no room for silence
If words are no needed in that game
In love I remain the same.