postcards from the seaside

for Marek

a neurotic mouth dryness
huge feminine legs
as if seen through Schulz's eyes
a symphony
the bows slide on the veins
deep inside
a sultry smell
of a brilliant madness
until everything is flooded by the water
and only the Slavic soul
- the phantom at the opera

for Nina

on spec
'cause why not
breast, blush, a sip of champagne
sea breeze
shout
slamming of a limo door
the earrings are there to glitter
and to be

for Daria

the tide woman
the juices of life
red and orange with the flow
along the spiral
higher and higher
to the face close to which
many wanted to get warm
a pulsating sun
from the inside a small silver Tosia flows out
the eyes of the Aquarius

the tide woman
sunflowers
in the window of a lighthouse

for Vixo

those waves over your head
amniotic fluid
green shoots up your legs
underwater orchestra
threads of cigarette smoke
warm tides
champagne bubbles from the lips
you dance on the bottom
to "I Put a Spell On You" by Nina Simone

is it the ocean
or is it an aquarium at an amusement park