Whenever I may roam
Avoiding your sad eyes
I lay my head upon
The blue-velvet sky

I remember every move
Of your alabaster-sculped hand
That was so admiring
Taking everything
The other way round

And your cat actually liked me
Because cats like not-to-be-touched

Waiting for a glance
The touch of flickering flame
The flat field of my life
Punched by your smile

one of the inter-poems that I go back to
even when translate it into polish it is not banal ( what often happens when one writes in foreign laguage)
congratulations

thx

It's pity that u don't write these poems polish. Maybe it's worth to translate them?

I don't think so... it was originally wroten in English... and I'm not a good translator...

it's pity...

dean pisze:I don't think so... it was originally wroten in English... and I'm not a good translator...

Try. It's fun