Бокал игристого вина...

                                        Теряю,

                                       Я Её теряю,

                                       И вниз лечу,

                                       И понимаю

                                       Всю глупость,

                                       Бесполезность

                                       Слов!

                                       Хоть за соломинку

                                       Готов,

                                       Бокала

                                       Полного

                                       Схватиться,

                                       Но стенка треснула -

                                       Водица,

                                       А не

                                       Игристое

                                       Вино,

                                       Пятном 

                                       На скатерти

                                       Давно!

                                       В него

                                       Лечу,

                                       И всё равно -

                                       Убьюсь

                                       Или останусь

                                       Жить!

                                       А так любовь хотел испить

                                       Глоточками,

                                       Потом

                                       Глотками,

                                       И щекотать Её

                                       Усами,

                                       И смеха брызги,

                                       Взгляда свет,

                                       И

                                       Да,

                                       Да,

                                       Да

                                       Всегда в ответ!

                                       И танца

                                       Вечное круженье

                                       До восхожденья

                                       И

                                       Затменья!

                                       До …

                                       Мысли, мысли …

                                       А пока,

                                       Лечу я 

                                       Вниз,

                                       Но вот

                                       Рука -

                                       Её тепло

                                       Опять

                                       Спасает

                                       И снова

                                       К жизни

                                       Возвращает!

                                       О, Боже,

                                       Только сон цветной,

                                       А ты, по-прежнему,

                                       Со мной!