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koncept erogrotesek zastrzeżony. Wymyślony 21.4.10. i cały, cały mój.... (koncept. tak). erogroteska = miniatura erotyzująca z elementami groteski, które wkradają się wbrew moim najlepszym intencjom....

the idea of an erogrotesque is copyrighted (or might as well be). Thought it up today (21.4.10.), googled, and it's mine, my precioussss (idea. right). an erogrotesque = a more or less erotic drabble, with some 'grotesque' thrown in for a good measure - it keeps interfering, against my best efforts....

Gdyby ktoś nie zauważył, tłumaczenie jest dość swobodne.
If you didn't notice, the translations are... loose at best.

środa, 26 stycznia 2011

there is, definitely, something unfair - in asking to be saved from myself.
if you try, I'll resent you -
I'd rather cry on my own -
until my mind will wake up, come to the rescue, but

until then
will make do
with the unsilenced yearnings of the body

wtorek, 25 stycznia 2011

play pretend

teach me to want you, so I can feel.
teach me to want you, so I can feel the
normality, probability, breakability of the real
honest-to-god skin, no ephemeral sin, but only
touchability of hurt gets through

so far. teach me to want you, so I can feel
safe in a normful of predictability, full of
myself escaping from the fear of confines
into their soft, soft embrace, in your arms.

teach me to want you. alternatives
are frightening; the motives, the reasons, the
lighting that never strikes - the long stretches
of time, when this not-wanting is quite enough, when

I learn to be wanted, that dubious enjoyment
of having breasts, of having thighs
but as adept at being desired
my wanting is wanting. neglected, as a
matter of acts never commited
or commited without the feel, the zeal, the
even lacklustre resemblance of
passion, I'm

playing at this, playing you, acting
my first, single, best performance, only
for whom, and for what - not questions unanswered
but questions unasked.

sobota, 22 stycznia 2011

photos I'd like to take [in progress]

It's just a snapshot, black and white, or maybe tasteful sepia. Just hands, tight in the short black hair. Just toes curled, knees bent - in pleasure, in submission, in wielding the power. Just words, whispered intimately, shiver-inducing and sharp, silver-tongued. Just that, covering that much - a fantasy, a cover that never happens.

poniedziałek, 17 stycznia 2011

having that touch - nothing like remembered or imagined. did I get this wrong? have it, can't enjoy it - it's in our hands, this, hands to hold and to push away, but pushing away hurts at least the pride, and is hard to do. Is it my wanting? Is it my empathy?

[ can't say it any better:

"9 Why were we crucified into sex?
10 Why were we not left rounded off, and finished in ourselves,
11 As we began,
12 As he certainly began, so perfectly alone?" ]

poniedziałek, 10 stycznia 2011

tesknic za dotykiem przypadkowym, pelnym radosci i zapamietania. rozpamietywac. rozbierac na czesci ostatnie. rozpraszac sie mysla, ze gdyby, ze moze, ze nawet -- i budzic sie, i jeszcze.

missing the touch, an accidental one, joyful and abandoned. remember. caress every part of the memory. distracting yourself with the thought that if, that maybe, that even -- and wake up, and again.

[and more]