When the small death folds
around us, both of us sweat
and die together
you drive your nails in
I hear you moan, see your glance
the whole world sweeps past.
Nice... well done. It's good to drag haiku out of the tepid world of frogs, ponds and dragonflies and heat its seventeen syllables on the hotplate of desire.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very moving and beautiful pieces! Well done!