i wait for you.
my lips thinking of your long freckled back
to travel up and down.
my neck is lonely for your mouth
as is my stomach for your wandering fingers.
i've waited too long
your eyes are on some distant shore
in another city, worrying you've gone too far already.
your body pulls me in with ropes
against a cold steel wall.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem