Our love is...
so far from..
unrequited...
freedom...
it is the dead sand upon the lips..
that turn around n breathe life into..
all this broken...
me
solidified in the dark..
embers shiver in the darkness
afraid to be perfect
to well used...
n your smile is a beacon in the dark...
I put the light out...
don't see me here
half peeled
layers of meaty flesh
stinking up the sweetness
of a well planned meal.......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you are a skillful poet and this poem you wrote with no error