WANDA “DUSIA” STAŃCZAK

WANDA “DUSIA” STAŃCZAK

STEALTHILY

Hand in hand

stealthily

as if by accident

you intensely look for

the biggest crowd

to, even for a moment

hear the beating of my heart

to, even for a moment

feel the warmth of my side

innocent dance

they see us around

so, you send a cordial

smile in spite

but I feel your temple

moving over my temple

and my face hurts

from your gazes

your fingers tingle

melted into the velvet of my dress

and the heat of your hand on my back

is burning my body

you desire

I desire

we desire

but we lack the courage

and though a lot has happened

nothing has happened

UNDER THE PINE TREE

Stuffy resin fragrance

lazily relaxing

the pine tree with its arms

is trying to shield me

from the heaven saturated

with the great heat of the sun

leaned against the pine trunk

I am stopping to defend myself

succumbed I squint my eyes

my body is fainting

when your hot breath

destroys the forest silence

your hands hurriedly

learn to go astray

I feel nothing I see nothing

and I hear nothing

INDEFENSIBLE

You stole all my shame

you closed it in your hands

hungry for the stroke

of parted lips

you closed it in your fingers

hungry for the pulse

of my temples

you closed it in your lips

thirsty for a taste

of my skin

you closed it in your eyes

hungry for a taste

of lust

indefensible

 

WANDA “DUSIA” STAŃCZAK

(Poland)

WANDA „DUSIA” STAŃCZAK: President of the Association of Polish Authors (Warsaw). A writer, a composer, an author of over 90 songs. She plays on stage, plays with the brush, has founded and runs the cabaret “Half-serious” (for the past 13 years). She has published 15 poetry books. Her poems have been published in many countries. She lives in Poland. The greatest mystery and her creative inspiration is Man. Therefore, the cruellest  punishment for her would be a desert island.