A butterfly’s shadow, a delicate darkness -
No relationship can compare such dearness.
The sun rolls on my chest and my heart catches fire.
I cannot give you questions -
Although I have enough! But answers I have aplenty;
Just the amount to make us both happy.
Can we close the curtains to this performance? -
It’s so embarrassing; and I cannot handle
My own truth - so brutal am I!
Your hands bang above your head
Echoing out love of forgotten years -
With such force, my dear, such force!
You never understand when I say I fear
It will be too late - an optimistic turn?
Or will I regret everything? We will see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem