to mimic you
beautiful one
i, wanting to
have your voice
and body
i look for
that window into
your eyes
where i, in the
night, of all
desires,
could enter
there is none for
me, not an orifice
not a tunnel,
nothing opens for
me
i, mourn, for both
of us,
in the wrong time
and place
a body fades a face
immersed in sadness
and dawn has come
with nothing to say.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem