I wrote you poems.
I spelled ''lust'' in every inch of your thirsty blood cell.
Keep your eyes closed, can you still see me?
Every wave of the satin sheets whispers my name.
Shutters slightly open, the scent of white musks flows into small bits in the air.
You stand still, breathe in, let it flow in your system.
Racing heartbeats on the tip of your fingers, as you gently caress my face.
Tear-stained eyes, barely open trying to take another glimpse.
Will you stay a little longer?
Not a single star in your grey sky again,
your lips remain sealed, your shadow fades as an illusion.
Juda's kiss on your forehead, i won't be back, goodbye.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem