inside an old restaurant
i order hot choco
and sweet rice cake
not so expensive
and we are not so hungry
but oh my
when we finally take the glances
of our faces
the glow of our eyes
burning like fire
we want to consume more
we want to be consumed the more
hungry for love we leave the place
the fires still burning in our hearts
the rain outside
can never put off what was burning inside us
love is always and shall always be
unstoppable,
unquenchable, insatiable like a burning ball of fire
in the space of our desires
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem