Standing in the light
of another room,
framed
in a box
of shadow,
dripping
with sweat,
my hair knotted
and wild.
I think to myself,
this would be a different poem
if I
were you -
a glowing silhouette
posing with an orange
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
AWESOME! ! Short and to the point... : o)