Dream-like

D’you know that Eros,

known to some as Cupid too,

in his quiver had arrows

types two? golden

bringing love leaden

bringing death

like time that can everything

and it’s not us flowing straight,

it’s it moving through.


I can tell you,

I’m moving every morning

in my bed.

in my head

london stansted.

no, heathrow.

my cell, no body is calling,

is silent often so.

is time running? should we chase the time?

One vodka with lime.

take time to pause; and by the next moon...


dreamless night-walk

intercourse and talk

naturalistic and real


my hand

my… cheek

like Dali’s painting

eat meat

fertilise meat


Philosopher’s asleep

but you feel he wakes

friendship between a woman

and a male.

he must have been a gay

and a drama queen,

working all nights long

as an answering machine.

years have passed,

he still knows by heart:

please, press the button

please,

press the star

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Madame Sophie dniem nudzi się i ziewa,
A nocą - oczy jej rosną.
Coraz to inny humor przywdziewa
igrając strofą miłosną.
Euforyczna woń perfum jej loki spowija,
jęki wspomnień unoszą się nad nią -
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(A.Osiecka)