the desire consumes my thoughts
this moment right here, everlasting
replaying in my memory
increasing the craving
his lips
my mind wanders off to oblivion
a world only known by my subconscious
where his deep eyes encase me
the tight grasp with no hope of release
he has me
i am lost in his humble beauty
his perfect imperfections, flawless
but,
where is it?
i will find it
that one thing, that one bad thing
then his perfection will be gone
his lips. his eyes. his grasp.
lack of trust
countless broken commitments
the recipe for his doom
its not his fault
that i will find my own
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem