without contact
there is no flare
no electricity for
months
and you scream
that you will be
dead soon
it is like night
without moon & stars
like a dried river bank
all bare stones
an abandoned well
waters stinking
veins without blood
cracked lips without
clue of water without
gloss and shine
talk to me
if this is all about sex.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem