This bed, an altar
where I offer up my body to some unknown
thing that comes to me in the shadows of my dreams.
The curve, the rim of my ribcage
and the give of the sheets and the familiar
escape of the back of my eyelids.
My thoughts are as light as clouds
and my heart, my heart clings to the memory
of the witty glisten of your eye.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem