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Кошоладка — вредный враль —
Черный рот и черный юмор,
Мы нашли с тобой Грааль
И гарем за парой рюмок.
Гамарджоба! Здравствуй, мир!
Попрыгунья в зазеркалье
По волнам, горою пир,
Рульгардиной в рыжей спальне.

Yaroslav Kulikovsky. Paris, 2023 (c).
Part of the cycle: Poems on City Flesh and Power.

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This poem plays with ironic desire and mythic chaos. The female figure here is a wild goddess of the mirror world — unpredictable, sensual, and entirely her own. With a shot of liquor and a whirlwind of curtains, she claims her individuality unapologetically. This is a celebration of being vivid, defiant, and alive.
Зеленая, летняя, чистая,
И спелые губы нагретые
Кусают подушку душистую,
Горячий предмет внутри.
Ломает тебя спетую,
Сминает тебя разогретую,
Входит в тебя надетую —
До самых глубин любви.

Yaroslav Kulikovsky. Paris, 2021 (c).
Part of the cycle: Poems on City Flesh and Power.

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Eroticism here doesn't aim to shock — it reveals ****** vulnerability, seasonal ripeness, and consent as pleasure. To be desired, to be present, to be oneself — this is the right to the body.

— The End —