Invent an eraser.
To erase your scent.
All traces from the crevasses of my bed.
From the streaks on my skin.
From the folds of my mind.
From the sands of my shores.
From the waves of my seas.
From the winds of my sky.
From the flowers of my eyes.
From the still of my lips.
From the stubble of my chin.
From the whisper of my shaving blade.
From the aroma of my aftershave.
From the press of my clothes.
From the vigour of my hands.
From the shutter of my eyes lid.
From the kill of my skills.
Erase your self,
Else disrobe and erase your self.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem