an old story

        i was sorry
        to undress you and kiss your eyelids
        when your dress and eyes
        matched skies

        i loved you in mountains
        at the side of a wiggly road
        i loved you in atlantic
        waves drowning my happy face
        i loved you on a wet carpet
        in my new apartment
        i loved you
        i understood your story
        better than you

        this was my joy and crime
        i paid
        you discarded me like an old toy

        now i am no more sorry
        that i undressed you and kissed your eyelids
        i remember your dress and eyes anyway
        they matched skies




wlodzimierz holsztynski
    2002-09-7/8