I can start right here
There is no end.
I put my hand
On your face,
Or let it float in the air;
There is really no difference
I climb
My desire
Or yours;
What is the difference?
I can talk to you
Or talk to anything else;
What is the difference?
Listen to you,
Myself,
Or anything else;
What is the difference?
Dreaming within your dreams;
Mine are always
My soft pillow;
What is the difference?
My desires are uncertain.
That is what make them
Desirable
And certain;
What is the difference?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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