Whispered stories, I titter
to the sound of your voice.
Winter, gifts and hot lasagna;
we’re foolhardy to the world.
These are chuckles and cheer
to time unregarded.
We are sequestered here
distant bliss; this we created.
Your warmth and promise
prevents my plummeting.
Secrets advance fluidly
between your soul and mine.
I hear wind chimes;
you’re breathing too close.
Swallowed all my pills of rot
I’m anew; my sins have flown.
The sun is setting,
the lull evening calls to us.
Let me disappear into you;
in you, let me dissolve.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem