Love comes on tiptoes.
You were eating one moon everyday.
The Rose garden was haunted.
Who was hungriest on
this starving earth? The massive gorges
the stars. The weakest spits venom.
You don't want to taste
the blue salt of a lake. It was becoming
red in the dark setting sun.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem