I borrowed you
when night came into the room.
you and dark
lay over me,
like air, tangled
by rotation of thoughts.
they belonged
but you were stolen
into that moment.
while you slept far from me
I brought you to my bed
sliding comfort
beneath pillows whispering with need
that lingers in small whimpers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem