how can i deny myself of you?
you like my puppy that wakes me up
in the morning
when my world turns upside down like
a bat hanging from
a twig of a wild tree like a dream
that clings to my brain
unwanted.
we make love every morning
sometimes in the deep recesses of the
night
when everyone has been taken by sleep
we make love.
this tryst is killing me.
every death somehow is every
resurrection too.
fair and square.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem