Some time ago, paper fused colors,
blending what should have been
a quiet slope echoing
distantly from now.
And I should have ignored
the river, the low
hills, just under the surface,
the marks of your kisses
making me a leper,
tissues of my limbs that held
what was once you.
See how we both smiled
in that photograph?
Arm in arm, content,
for that well-lit
shock of a second...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh Marina, How a photograph can stir a lost memory, and so well described - I especially liked the first 3 lines. Just Great. Regards, Lucy