Breathing air like sunshine
Summer tasted like copper that year
Sparks and stuck stars
Jet-lagged hopes of growing old
Sugarcane mourning
Adieu
And youth rained and steamed up
Champagne glasses nailed to the floor
We scalded our tongues on basslines
On quivers and quitters
Struck up like moons
November
Then
Falling....
And to the purple pansies you painted under your eyelids...
Storm on, chaotic darling
A beautiful creation, lovely and very passionate. Thanks for sharing Mackenna.
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I would like to translate this poem
It's a fabulous poem! I am extremely delighted with your poetic expression: We scalded our tongues on basslines/On quivers and quitters/Struck up like moons...A very commendable piece of work! I vote it with a 10