A swan

When the following day came
She went to the flow,
With the whole world she felt
melting as in stove.

Heaviness - as if she fell,
But a rim is holding -
Light from heaven with a ray
tenderly and fondly.

And she sees that from the east
white-white swan is flying,
He sat near her in the river
kissing her and loving,

He pours water inside her,
or is pusing harder,
By his beck he's washing her,
polishing and rubbing.

Darling, is it really you?
Your voice is so screaming,
Before it was quietude,
tenderness and whispering.

He emitted a deep cry,
By wings started flapping,
To her ears he flew up-
In full height to fuck her.

To her lips he moves his cock
so that she could buss him.
And he's keeping silence so
that she recognize him.

Suddenly she latched it on:
The swan is bewitched.
On the shirtfront - the two spots
So familiar, hemstitching.

And she cried a mournful call,
To the stream descending,
And the two white wings dissolved
In the blue of heaven.