Dusty poems
I enjoy reading
Scattered as my thoughts
Travelled, as is my body
Spacious like my heart, in image
Not physical.
I enjoy reciting poems
Of different origins
Themes and poets
They are like fruits
On branches in orchards
Sun-ripened with dust.
And I love dust
That is what I am from
That is what I will be
That is my mattress
That is my quilt and blanket
And is my starry toy, fetish.
Do you follow me?
Are you romantic too?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem