[just a comfort poem]

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shall I call you?
the monads of firelight flicker but a while
and I haven't learnt anything today
shall I tell you...
since I think you know
and since the
here-be-dragons are dyed gunpowder
and the roaming trail is a stain from my
supper-busy fingers

I've cheated on you
-- from the day undone
I bottle an apology
I'll set it in the vastness of my heart
to drift away

so it floats into the fjords
of your sleep sheet

redemption

redemption

I'm sorry for having stolen a glance at you.
I'm sorry for not having stolen a whole
bunch of laughs and trinkets
with a backstory.
A glance and I'm coming back to my senses
a sensual toe to a sensual top
and I'm all senses.
I would give you a gaze
that walks proud of every curve,
scrutinizing the knee and the belly --
where all movements begin.
My arms, shoulders, and hips
established by you.
You lax your shoulders, point your foot.
Chin up a smile, you let a leg behind
pick the notes of the piano.

friend

friend

He might not listen to my silence. I wonder.
I've heard of a couple
living on an island at the edge of the world
talking together for so long
that they now hear each other's heart in advance.
We don't live on an island, rather
we face each other like a storm.
I've heard of trees
with woven roots, branches supporting
wide high sky.
Each man supports many skies
and the pain fetters one into the shelter of self.
I dream of sky
wide and high
I dream of a forest
that breathes the strength of the stars.

thought

thought

It happens sometimes.
I'm dropped out.
I'm me, no, I'm moving
from room to the kitchen.
But I want. I want!
To be connected again.
So I try, I try to spell out your name
my way home should start
by pulling a name.
A name has hooks...
a chair hook, a painting hook, a smile hook
and a grip hook.
I pull by the smile hook
I get the eyes, the upper arm,
and it's moving! It's moving towards me.
I stretch out my arm
and I find relation.
Think! Think, therefore not I.
Thereof I cannot speak.

dance miniature #1

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A buildup of hand over hand
quickly climbing a phrase, taking eyes for a ride
until a soft overflow into falling right angles
meanders a nest among hips.
Crawl out birdy Spanish fingers
pulling a blade out, inside out,
aligning in a long swift cut --
and retracting traces like an afterthought...
when snappily reminded, body turns:
and legs deal out the parallel,
threadly sustained.

to-do list

to-do list

to-do list: done
see attached
your focused look
digesting a technique
your silhouette in the mirror
a metaphor
of the dance going on
in your mind

patterns that bind you in my mind's eye
are like words of praise
not really describing anything
just expectant

attentiveness is
a nuanced dance
to-do: much more

[cisza] / [silence]

***

cisza --
polna mysza
umywa uszy
i szyje dalej


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[translated: June 16, 2011]

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silence!

harvest mice

stop to listen

then sail away

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[update: May 30, 2019]

Originally I used "sew away" above, to match the Polish version semantically.