her long black hair
slides on his thigh
and rests there
her luscious lips plays
a game on him
he is not in peace
he is at war with desire
she takes his grief inside
her mouth
he gives in hoping that
this can be a temporary solution
she thinks of someone she
truly loves
his mind wanders among the
clouds that hang on the ceiling
in their wanderings
their eyes never meet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem