Tysiąc razy oddawać, to co trafiło się raz
do you hear
my heart crunching,
halves of the rotten apple
side by side.
do you taste
dazzling wind
lashing red-blushed cheeks
with fury
with atonement.
do you find
my green rhapsody of vision
cool and gentle
far far away
from you?
Glaciers melting
Cinammon lips
closing of the doors
I cannot stand
you’re gone
Teaspoons of ill-formed questions
how many would poison us
Or is this just a simple lie?
no more tries would there ever be.
Should you ask me how I am
a box of false pretences
And is that all?
master, s’pose so, indeed.
