you only feel me once
your feet dipping on the rage of the water
of my river
it is cold and it is running
always running and you keep on looking at my face
on the ripples
it is as hazy as the sand falling on the sea
trickles and too many
you do not recognize a map of who i am
in this land of mystery
clouds and smoke and haze and mist
and shadows and fog
always moving away
you only breathe me once
i get in and follow the contours of your
throat
and then i enter in the chamber of your heart
like air
sort of a strange perfume and now the bitterness
stays
you say you cannot forget me.
i move on and like corpuscles of blood i spread
i laugh and this will be my last.
i am the lover of loneliness. I am dying.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem