| *** in your perfect fingers I am only a shiver a song of leaves under the touch of your warm lips your fragrance irritates – it says: you exist your fragrance irritates – it takes the night away in your perfect fingers I am the light I shine with green moons above the dead darkened day suddenly you know that my lips are red – with salty taste the blood flows up – |
| Halina Poswiatowska (1935-1967) |
| I am dazed by the beauty of my body.
today I looked at myself with your eyes. discovered the soft curve of shoulders the tired round breasts which want to sleep and slowly roll down in spite of themselves. my legs unfolding offering infinitely up to the limits absent from what is me and what beyond me throbs in every leaf in every raindrop. I saw myself as if through glass in your eyes looking at me. I felt your hands on the warm tight skin of my thighs and obeying your command I stood naked before a huge mirror and then I covered your eyes not to see and not to feel the loneliness of my body blossoming with you. |
| Stanzas For Malgosia
I when you come and make my mouth all smiles I am a mirror in which your eyes sparkle when you come to view yourself in me I wait in my garden heavy with apples cherries captive in my arms when you come I bring fruit for your hungry mouth for your thirst the moisture of my meadows when you come standing at an open window I wait with stars' eyes restlessly I inspect the night II it's still early my love the birds are still asleep soothe ruffled wings of kisses your voice woke the sun's honey bees they're dancing over my head full of sleep with crickets' wings your voice flicks silence off my eyelids love and yet birds are asleep it's early my love yet with a touch of lips you make dawn in my house and in my sky the sunrise outlines the swaying leaves of poplars drops of the morning drizzle shine on leaves and I give you to drink my love yet trees are asleep |
| *** my lover is not that handsome and he has quite a temper but who will paint my sky in the dark afternoon purple if I let him go not to come back my lover has burning lips and a row of sharp teeth when with laughter he replies to the challenge of the world my lover has a mouth which rises as a crescent over each of my nights my lover is not tender his eyes dance in the street's rectangle he lights a flame in girls clutching his shadow I hold my love by the hair in his shadow a frail blade of grass blossoms into an April appletree |
| *** I want to write about you With your name to prop the crooked fence The frozen cherry tree About your lips To form curved stanzas About your lashes to lie taht they are dark I want To weave my fingers through your hair Find a nook in your throat Where with a muffled whisper The heart defies the lips I want To mix your name with stars With blood To be inside you Not to be with you To vanish Like a raindrop soaked into night |
| *** he said - he loved he said now I live in his smile and trace the shape of hips as narrow as the trunk of the young spruce whose grace I praised last night before he sowed singing desire in my dancing hands in my feet standing on tiptoe in my teeth I long in great pensiveness resting my chin on my hand I think - about the skin whose tart and golden taste I recollect |
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