desire wants to run
but its feet are bound by the codes
of restraints
desire wants to kiss
but the lips are owned by someone else
desire wants to make love
but there is no time left
desire wants to die
but there is no decision yet
and so desire sits on the floor
spreads its legs like one
ballet dancer
stills itself until the next music
plays
until the next curtain rises
until the next bell rings
before the night
is over
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem