Lurking in resin shadow, floating
In skin’s cloudspace; a distant sunset
And the shimmering ocean’s grace.
Seem to run through; thickness
In our air; hand unheld in the darkness-
The everlong trickle of touch.
Countries come, and they go-
Lands like open traffic;
So many miles apart, you
Treasure it. I close my eyes-
Force the streetlamps’
Middle eastern sun to fragment
Into pieces of you; compartmentalized
Like the rain with your taste
Placed carefully somewhere safe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem