I held your hand
and felt your fingertips,
they pressed into my flesh
as if to urge me on,
and for a moment then,
I saw your fingerprints
as they had left their scent
at Barclay's Bank.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You the policeman, she the robber, the two of you lovers, Herbs? If not, then what? Gina.