I saw her
Her body was a dagger
She saw me
My body was a feather
She said: “Leave me”
I said: “Take me”
Love, cutting like a feather
Lust, floating like a dagger
Santiago, cerca Junio 2000
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well encapsulated piece of poetry nicely brought forth in good rhyme scheme with insight. Thanks for sharing Fidel.