Malgorzata Jankowska

no one
tasted my fingers
nobody
knows my pupils
...

read me

taste my every page
lick nasty margins
...

only His eyes
give the light
in which I want to live
there is a map
...

memories
marching along my limbs

I can hear a patter
...

cutting sky
I'm tearing apart
my soul
...

she was standing changeless
immovable
with her lips bent
for a kiss
...

one mug for two of us

golden
sprinkled with some snow
...

some feelings
are too
bitter
to be swallowed
...

there is a place
where an ocean of tears
is only a drop
and a dropp of blood
...

a beautiful morning
love behind the clouds

and two drunk goshawks
...

a Silent Night
again

from under my nails
...