fall heavily
up.
she was saying
"tell me
about
the dark"
I wanted
a story, the
story of man
where no
secrets held
power.
fool moon
glaring down
pulling teeth,
hair, soft
mouth
we kissed.
sometimes
it's easier
to kiss
than tell.
we all
want that
I think.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it is easier to kiss, good writing, thanks.