Emerald Dreams

Emerald dreams grow within me. The mornings are spreading, they are the colour of ripe rye that will soon give life-giving bread. Currant lips hide the power of kisses, they guard the secret that is trying to bloom this winter. I weave trembling fingers into thoughts, green as your eyes. I look at myself in the mirror of the vast ocean, taste lewdly the crumbs of tears on cheeks wrought in marble. I choke on your breath, turn into a dream that will bring a few slanted drops, a few unaccompanied words. Though you are on the other side of the light, I can smell your lemony scent on my skin, feel fingers that refuse to return from a sightseeing tour of the corners of my body. I do not believe that this glow will burn out with the return of winter, that your smile will hover forever among the falling stars. Please, for once, knock on the open door of my heart, see the rainbow at the corner of my mouth. I beg you, for once embrace my senses, for once help me to wake up amidst the raspberry clouds. What we call love has found a hiding place in your delusion, amidst dreamy raindrops. No, I don't want to dance until my feet meet your footprints on the thin skin of my wrists.

KatarzynaKoziorowska

My name is Katarzyna Anna Koziorowska, I am thirty-three years old and I live in Poland (Olsztyn). I am mainly interested in music and poetry. Rock sounds are my source of inspiration. I have published several books, but they are written in Polish,...

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