yes....I love them...
.but
I am not them.....
as to
the others....
the ones you say you are in your dreams...
.I am them....by day....and in those waking times.....
....when
you are even more the embodiment of those slinking ones
of (supposed) glorious indifference......
.I pant
I ululate...
you read my heart in my eyes.....
I interpret
the
twitches and shivers and curls of a long and sinuous caudal part.....
.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem