I’m in your backyard
Like a forgotten vine;
There, but “who cares”
My Iliad of “I love you”
has been set into a jingle
and “I miss you”
tradable with a guffaw
Can’t submit to you Eli
This Centaur can savagely;
make love to you or vanish
on your collarbone like tear
Maimed, maligned and unsightly
limbs have delivered this me
to my last frontier and starting point
heart…….
here I can accede before arguments
conform; comply without signing
here I’m serf and you my lord!
very masterful...seems alomost like you had just freshly got your head out of some mythology book...=) ...very nice indeed..sadly romantic...
touching poem with sour feeling clear in the words..10++++
Excellent write. Your imageries and imagination is wonderful.10+++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very touching and stong.