floating down a stream of conscious
drifting past the old embrace
wishing it could be so easy,
knowing no one wins this race
weightless watching
airplanes falling
feel the burning on my skin
you can put me in your pocket-
..if you let me breathe you in
peeling back the surface layers,
peering in
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i like it. good meter