it will be years
when you shall know the
difference of
an essence,
the quintessence of love
you try to feel it
in a body, and years and years
of ecstasy lead
to the numbness of your skin
and you begin to
discover that
this is all nonsense because
love is not actually there
but only the constant rubbing of
the skin and
the lighting of fire
that burn upon itself
until there is nothing
but ash that
shocks you into a barren
desert of emptiness
nighttime when there are no more
stars
when all the horses have
abandoned you
when the sound of the
sands
haunt you
no end,
you look around
love
the main ingredient
was never there
you regret nothing
and see nothing important here
that may hold you
into more days of your
turbulence
nothing is peaceful now
all chaos
and you finally raise your hands
in surrender
you signal the waving hands
today is the day and then you close your eyes
today is the freedom from the bars of
the flesh
you shed off flesh like leaves
you burn bones like wood.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem