I think you are almost done
this almonry that’s me
and charity that’s you
tremors of hunger to receive
last ravages of your bristles
I’m glad to be me no more
I’m ecstatic …about prospects
of not having to call you
write poems about your absence
drip saline, volumes of papers
for love that was
I’m glad I’m you
there is something bitter-sweet here...I love the last line, it opens up many, many questions.
that is a genious poem..has many hidden meanings..wel done
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
another reading for this beautiful poem..