Katarzyna

Curtained, bright eyes within, threat of implosion, hidden within yourself, inhibition, deviation, looking inside, refusing, ignoring, and the world gapes, but yet it smiles, tangled in your moment, in your movement, and your eyes know truth, personal truth, away from a world of question, I looked at you and I saw your attraction, and it stays, it lingers in me, and it looks for a future, we are all just strangers here, just making our ways, and you are the greatest stranger, far from home, and I wonder how the world is with Poznan this evening, and I caught another glimpse of you as you walked in another direction, imperfect, and real, and kind and open and curious, and receptive to my dumb questions, and modest and true, and somewhere in the evening of the lack of ideas, you live like a storm, and you penetrate, and I can't but think on you, and I was in the day with you, once, and we didn't have the time, and now I have the time, it is wide and it appeals, and it is gentle and it seeks embrace, and only you can be the embrace of this particular time.