Swallowing me, the fog from afternoon,
A trapped balloon was I, paralyzed.
Time run slowly, even the air felt heavy.
Bite marks deepened in my hand, like stick through the sea sand.
Then I knew, your name had been carved in.
Under every bit of my skin.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love engulf and permeates. Thanks, Soulo