I love risk
Risking life for your love
That is why
‘I’m walking the tight rope of your hair, your eyebrows.’
You don’t know
(Maybe do)
My heart is as is wave of the breeze
On a lake
(Willow tree’s kissing lips on surface)
And your eyes
Those star-filling nights
They are sea and sky
And your nose
And your lips
Armed with tips
They’re shouting
“We want kiss'
And your chin
Masterpiece
Who made it?
(Soft, tough, mean)
And your neck
And skin
And lower
Those two hills
And further
And farther
You murder
I am dead
I am dead
I am dead
Don’t save me; not at all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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