do miłośnika sztuki
jeśli nie chcesz mnie tkliwej
gdybym była smugą farby
w błękitach i żółciach
nieruchomym wizerunkiem
nakreślonym chłodną linią
na mokrym papierze
zostawionym do wyschnięcia
dziełem sztuki
rozmytym romantycznie
czy wtedy patrzyłbyś na mnie
znów tak
the imp of the perverse
you touch me softly
(I believe
the word is 'featherlike')
as if I were made of
Chinese porcelain. I'm not
when I'm with you
I'm melted iron, and
quicksilver
one of these days
(or nights, rather
or evenings
to be even more specific)
I will do more damage
than these red lines on your back
like scars
there
I ripped out
your wings, one
white feather a time
I want you to fly again, but
I know that instead
a day will come
I will rip out your heart, too
(my tears will be of
melted iron, and
quicksilver)
*
nad ranem
wyśnię cię z pierwszym brzaskiem
będziesz stąpać beztrosko
po opadłych motylach bezsnu
przyjdź
przystrój mą skroń sznurem gwiazd
a mą pierś - kojącym zapachem grobowca
przybądź
ze wzburzonym morzem w oczach
tajemnicą istnienia w dłoniach
bezszelestną obietnicą snu między palcami
zazdrośnie
pożądliwie jak ćma
ucałuję twą duszę z ognia
usłysz mnie
póki wciąż noc dławi
złe kwiaty
niecierpliwe by rozkwitnąć rozkoszą
the hour of the grimalkin by gwyn-blath, literature
Literature
the hour of the grimalkin
the hunt begins:
stretched by the fire,
she lurks
lascivious fur concealing tense muscles. waiting.
feline thoughts wander astray from the paths
known to man.
golden and emerald are the reflections
of that which remains invisible to human naïveté.
she crooks her head slightly,
staring into space. her claws are out.
oblivious,
the little one brings her a tribute of milk.
she purrs condescendingly - it's a promise - her eyes
never leaving the shadow. it is still.
she smiles. she knows this game.
she invented it.
*
by the twitching of my tail,
something wicked this way comes
God
the great omniabsence
returned: morning prayer
unopened envelope on the kitchen table
note: recipient unknown
empty crucifix on the wall
no-one died for my sins there
God is on paper
dried stiff between the pages
waiting for a divine sign
I swallow God with my morning latte
by accident
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