inside our dark. We spar
like ghostly daggers
till one of us lay bleeding
while the other
(chalk-white and victorious)
smiles and sweats.
Too soon
the neighbor's rooster crow.
The full moon
now overhead
and our shadows vanish.
We drag our dark behind us
like heavy blankets
pulling in the stars
concealing moon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem