if but i stay
can you not at least try them on
if i could only but see you through them
through my eyes
lips so remarkably livid alive
as like your face
when it glows
your cheeks so full and my head
how it spins
when you do what you do
when you do it
the shock from it
when i rub it
all around smaller each circle until
you have reason to cry
and weeping through them
cut as you are
it is hard to restring the rose
when i blow on your nose as i do.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem