watching someone unfold
before you in synchronized numbers
someone undressing
the eyes feasting
something that you cannot hold
because it slips away
a memory
yes, nothing but a view where your hands
are water
your fingers nothing but air
you hear a laughter and then a smile and then just an image
dissolving into space
you are silent again for this
why can't you even touch it?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem