Malgorzata Jankowska Poems

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
...