I miss you,
And
It is not about my emptiness,
Wholeness, or to complete
My strength,
My weakness,
My senses, and
My masculinity.
I miss you,
Cause' it is a human instinct
to breath life and
to explore the impossible.
I miss you,
and that is what completes me
and strengthen my bones
and arouse my skin.
I miss you
As missing to be you
And I am not asking you to be me.
I miss you
And it is a feeling
I always like to thrust
And then conquer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem