Katya: The lifelong one-night stand
I met her on the day
after the warm solstice
Of two thousand fifteen
She shone like a Sun ray.
The place was the Muz Pub
As a live band played on
I looked into her eyes
I knew she was no sub.
At the old Metropol
We made love the first time
As she escaped the morn
Bare footed went my Sol.
The only art conference
I spoke at in my life
Brought me the work of art
That made my life make sense.
We tried to meet in Turkey
Alas she didn’t come
My soul was crushed for days
My days were rather murky.
She planned to come and visit
And bring her three Princesses
America, she beckoned
And yet again we missed it.
Alas the years passed
Apart but not forgotten
The spark always alive
A reunion a must.
And so it came to be
The day after spring start
I flew across the world
My dear Katya to see.
We held in an embrace
At the Richter hotel
We looked into our eyes
We woke up from our daze.
Her smile would light a cave
Her warmth could heat up space
Her eye for beauty such
Her lust for life a rave.
I tired not of just staring
Into her dark warm eyes
I could not stop admiring
That smile that kept on giving.
We made love once again
Our bodies pressed together
We screamed that day out far
We washed away our pain.
She soon became a nurse
As pain moved to my kidney
She cured not just my body
She cured my every curse.
We chained our souls together
In the malenki Bolshoi
A metaphor of contrasts
Of our own growing tether.
While we enjoyed the ballet
A war was raging statewise
A lonesome but brave general
A half a world away.
And then I met her daughters
One prettier than the next
Inheriting her liveliness
Her artist soul taught her.
Dasha, Masha, Natasha
To see my Katya’s soul
Passed on for generations
Filled up the heart of Sasha.
Spaced even years apart
The one who has the eyes
The one who has the hair
The one who has the art.
Beef stroganoff I ate
Imbibed much pumpkin soup
I fed my body well
I did my soul satiate.
We took a train out north
To see the countryside
We stayed next to dark horses
We got milk from the source.
Naked as she was born
She showed me Russian banya
The hot and cold succession
A poem for our own.
Just like a Russian doll
We peeled layers away
While talking by the piano
We bared our very soul.
Myself, I’m rather fast
She likes to take her time
Alas, I’m in no rush
The dice already cast.
She took me to the forest
She watched me fall apart
She helped to pick me up
We made there our own nest.
I slept holding her tight
Her nakedness against me
Engraving precious memories
With all my fighter’s might.
I captured her on stairs
We looked down elephants
The art swallowed her whole
But bum and legs, I stared.
We saw the day turn sunset
We climbed and biked and laughed
I turned wood into fire
To fulfill her request.
As I kissed her warm lips
We bridged a gap so wide
Between the East and West
We drank in soulful sips.
She showed me Russian art
As violent as Russian men
She taught me about her world
Journeys to death on carts.
Over the Greenland sea
Her beauty greens my world
Bewitching me again
She’s hot as she likes tea.
And now as I fly home
I think about her still
I know I won’t let six
More years go by alone.
My Katya’s here to stay
In my life, I in hers
I’ll show her that in time
Brave hardships as we may.
This poem now must end
Four pages full of love
One for each of those gals
That now I must them send.
Six hours more to go
And I can hardly wait
To hear my Katya’s voice
To say I miss her so.
As I put down my pen
Her smile lights once again
The confines of my soul
She’s my Ten out of Ten.
-Alex Bäcker
October 2, 2021
Over the Greenland Sea
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