line in the sand...
broken plate in the sink.
the needle of debt
exacts its cost.
men are just men,
dreams are made for sipping.
the spirits of dead lovers
inhabit bodies at night.
and the light flickers,
grabs, taunts, is lost.
we write bibles,
coughing in the night!
Your brief poems give brief thoughtful lines about the philosophy of life. The dead lovers are inhabiting the (heavenly) bodies at night. The last two lines make a beautiful reading. please
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I would like to translate this poem
Lots of amazing imagery here, full of great lines the spirits of dead lovers inhabit bodies at night. Tremendous stuff