A part of your body
touches my dreamsong. You call me
in dark to measure the distance of love.
Against the dying moon,
I wake the sleeping pains. How far
was my home of ariels to wash blood.
Do you need the dynamo
to kill the hummingbirds hovering
over the yellow Jasmines?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem