It's touching sand to feel time passing,
your lashes against the sunset skies flashing,
my right hand making shadows to shade them.
They're crowded like ravens.
Electricity shocks of lightening finding any medium
to reach the ground.
So these landed on our bodies through my lips.
The heat burning at my posterior neck,
but I can't feel it now.
Our dusty shorts will go unnoticed,
save for the tightening of your loose jerseys.
Pebbles begging for attention by piercing our feet's skin
suddenly they're soft as loose leaves.
An earnest look with one wrenching gaze
you'll ask to make me choose.
You could love me for a lifetime, or I
blindly tie the noose.
What will it be? You win or we lose?
I was asked to choose.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem