in my days of dreams, I watched you
slither towards me. Everything as it should.
We undressed in envy,
untether each button and let the madness run out.
You needed me
but only in patterns drawn by your pen.
Triangles, upon squares,
all in a line. I wanted that
But Dreams are never linear. And Fantasies
dance like flies. Help me understand, my love.
I crave everything you have, but leave
missing what I was.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem