You drip inside
pull off the shirt in love
Ease upon my
existentialism
Ride out reality
Scream it
Come it
…
Though
I never saw your mind –
I never sought
I took its face
lake of lips
tonguing to the glide of
married hips
We’re no more a cigarette
burning out a risk of death
“You’re red” was my retort
“We’re done” your sorrow bought
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem