the attraction was there
wanted to name it love or
whatever but no doubt it
was magical, one that takes
you away from yourself into
a place of bliss, that which
makes you feel wanting to
live some more- - could be
love i so suppose, but i
dare think that it is wrong,
and so i close my eyes,
levitate myself, transcend
the barrier, live in the
clouds, cut my wings and
settle back to the ground
again- - back to the self,
maybe unhappy, but i rest
upon this fulfillment, this
self undiminished, dignified.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting poem. Seems like satisfaction with flirting with the idea of love. So safe. So easy. You got it.