there will always be compromises
no limit. between the teeth and lips
between my hands and yours, a space.
my right hand on your cheek exclude
the hair. another space. no words.
between your silence and mind, a
space for feigned ignorance. I do
not profess to love you, and you
do not know it. a space for a
crime, think, a space for ethical
considerations. Shame and punishment.
your lips are almost there. a space
again for my gaze. A little distance
to stop and overload of gasps, a gap
for contemplation. put a space for fear.
a hesitation of distaste and dislike.
massage, and vassalage, a passage and
discharge. a space for the night.
sleep alone, say goodbye. Thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem