after the caress is over
when the sweat dries
and the trembling subsides
when the blankets
sought you cover
when the pillow finds
itself vacant again
one's mind sleeps for a while
and then begins to wander again
in the forest under the trees
one must find another prey
just to survive
you have always been the predator
in my sleep you left me: i was the prey.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem