Lauren I wander wounded, this labyrinth has cut me with broken bottles,
I have seen the moon blush to me it drops purple shades around our halcyon skiff.
Remember that alter I feigned for you?
though I breathed through and swallowed bundles of smoke,
The signals I feathered fashioned towards you.
Remember
Laying in our grotto at the brink of a mirror My reading to you, echoing through the cypress?
Remember
when our audience broke twigs and cackled, I started up and you wrapped me in your pinions, said dear boy tell me a story.
I read to you like Neruda how you adored Neruda coming form my lips.
When I return dont bother being there, beside me.
I hear not far off in distant trails....
oh why do i lie? I don’t really think about that anymore
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem