abandon is reckless
and so is the beat of a
heart that is truly
in love.
she has her smile on
the one that loves
mystery
like in a movie
or a novel
and she has no intention
of solving
it.
her face is aflame
with blush,
her lips blood
red.
while her eyes
scream thief
and murderer
at the
moon.
she is both my
dawn and my
sunset, and a
thief
and I do not
know if she wants
to be either
night
or
day.
“over there”
I remember
she said
then reached inside
and stole everything
while I looked
the other
way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good. Less wistful than your others. Stating the obvious. I'd like to see more pieces like this from you. Commentary, like. Modern day reflection (in the vernacular) on a personal (or fictional) experience, situation. best care, sjg