Here I am in that room
Now a trove of emptiness
I stop and recreate fading ruts
Of your knee; your unending limbs
I fumble for your moans
Your mouth reaching out
Your lips drenched in my name
I stand here and then
Realize I’m blocking way
Of other times other lovers
Other memories all spun around you;
I step aside
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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