Broken clocks tick slow
in time with thickened pulse while
velvet shackles hold and
passion swells in waiting
The horizon disappears
in your eyes and
bewilders like Cortes first sight
Dali's dream swirls in
colours unreal and here a
silver tongue drops to the
floor where flesh is tied
in a lover's knot
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
have no clue what this ones about but im liking it!