since i cannot hold you
i let myself go somewhere else
to hold another
there is no one like you
but i can always close my eyes
and find you
there
i can hold you as though you are mine
just that
even in my dream
even in the cheapest of my illusion
you dread me
death looks upon me and smiles
as though
i shall love it as though i can finally
find you
in those dark arms
i do not own my world
neither shall i conquer yours by force
i tend my own garden of sorrow
then
I'll make a gate where one may enter
I'll put a door
where i can be alone
i am also myself
my own faithful lover
without any
repulsion
without any condition
for i can be my own magical concoction
for i must live to claim a world of my own
alone and still be whole
happy and acceptable
upon my own terms and conditions
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem