sonorous monologues - our epitaph

In memory of Vladimir Mayakovsky and Lilya Brik.


sweetheart,
this watery grave in Venetian Lagoon
has dissolved our love,
our soul.
we are lost in grey;
still somewhere,
rays of sun
are as white
as snow.
we painted our lives
in colors you chose.
alas,
vivid rainbow of love
has diffused
into sonorous monologues.
comeuppance
of love
has given us afflictions -
how keen;
but death is sweet -
good riddance
from poignant grief,
anxiety and spleen.