Your lips are like knives against my neck
And though hate seems like a suitable reciprocation
I find it all impossible
Instead I get lost in this jungle of thought
Because I have left my life
And my love in a package
On your doorstep
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i like this a lot though i'm a bit lost with the title. does it refer to a jungle?