WE are Adults. Who have found a way to laugh like children.
Perhaps even younger, like newborns: giggling, cooing.
Charmed by something about life with no rules and regulations.
Ecstatically consuming each other, an aestheticized cannibalism:
of feelings, beliefs, loves, attentions, perceptions, passions, persuasions.
All things that make our hearts sing.
We are poets, thankful that there are clouds to have our heads all up and in on.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Ecstatically consuming each other, an aestheticized cannibalism' - very well said! Loved the spirit of your poem.
thanks again Khairul.