Shall we murder eternity,
And sleep upon dead clouds?
I have drunk sips of
Your poisonous immortality.
Here I am, something more and
Missing so much all the same.
Devoid of pain, our veins
Are old and beyond repair.
Though know, my one and only hurt
Is your tongue upon mine.
I find elements of this very seductive, especially the two lines. Great craft and imagination. keep it up.10/10
Good poem as always. Hurt is always there If we like it or not. You can even make hurt Sound beautiful in your poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Never disappoint me, even it's hurt to see but it really a beautiful one well i have to agree with Dave one more time, this hurt sounds beautiful in your poetry than the real things... :) Keep more to come! _Unwritten Soul