and the toe i missed; even more
i watch it even in my sleep
and when i'm dreaming of you it moves
i know it is cramped only searching for comfort
and to watch it and waiting for it too move me again
i must not help it and obsessed now, i wiggle it
and looking out the window the moon is my present.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem