Preferences

I like carnivorous boys with raisins in their pockets
Loving them is like eating juicy fruit
I like when they ask no questions busy with changing the world
They usually come broken joking at their failures
They pitch their eternity like a tipi
Their souls shine inside with razor-sharpness
I like watching their shoulders as if holding the universe
The chasms between us overgrows with clover
The four-leaf luck resting at their feet

I like women cool as medieval reliefs
Their bodies’ rough edges toughen their souls
I like when they feel shame losing the track of time
Illogical in love chameleons of caprices
I like when they miscalculate and add a smile to the bill
Hopeless dreamers with green powder on their eyelids
Tall as gothic windows through which I can peek at their glitter:
Beauty spots, blushes, shadows, bracelets, earrings, lipsticks and gloves
I like their confessions sparkly and intelligent as wild bestiaries
Their closeness is sweet like strawberries in a pink cake

Translated by Katarzyna Jakubiak