I, hers am.
Her cheek lay bare on my desolate palm
My thatch heart,
her home.
'I love you',
my only gnome.
Eye as arm.
Visually touching beauty; a healing balm.
Apart,
yet never alone.
My Eve,
the bone of my bone.
#TheMouthpiece
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem