in this kind of love i look backward
to find you
so filled with desire and i lie down to
fulfill a promise
tonight
the stars watch on this agony
and the moon is filled with envy
on this new kind of love
between us
beyond them
in the books inside its pages written
long ago
by those who died and we were told
they must not be remembered
vampires, and wolves, and biting bats
moaning the nights through
and howling
for the denial
tonight between us we shall speak no word
the world takes a step forward
and reverses its orbit
we lead in this reversal
we tell them there is more to this
more, more, and as usual
insatiable.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem