You left my tongue sour
Like gasoline burns the engine
Of a diesel truck.
Like the cigarette
That sizzled so sweetly
Searing my neck.
It was an accident I said.
No one means to obliterate
Their vehicle.
He didn't mean
To brand me.
I think.
"It is okay, " I say
Pretending
With such fever
That
For
A
Moment
Even I too believe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like the cigarette That sizzled so sweetly Searing my neck. very nice poem depicting all that you want in such situations.. dear poet. thank u. tony