Fool was I to think you were the sun
For that blazing moment of beauty
Come undone...
If I had worn my shades
Maybe you wouldn't have noticed
The folly in my eyes...
And how, now, it dies
Had your warmth not been scorching
Setting my skin to fire
I could've walked away unscathed
Lines seemingly rehearsed, replayed...
Fool was I to think you were the sun
Looming and luring me into states of undress
Sweating in the sweetness of your stare
Both my spirit and my soul, left upon the chair
I found winter, last, so merciless
But this...in summer, in sudden surrender
Fool was I to think you were the sun
Come undone....
Sweating in the sweetness of your stare... Wow! I'd leave the chair! Nice!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To be undone by someone bright as the sun, maybe the fool for a moment but never surrender.