When i coupled my self with my night
keeping the man i loved once in between.
The kissess merged in
our ego.
His and mine!
Still our genitals looks forward for every single night to take the revange.
Knows no why?
Where dreams end
where it dies!
Yes we along our love
somehow has lost our skies.
Long before our dream dies. With or without those up and down kissess..
Which nobody ever misses.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem