i would like to believe that between us
there is just flesh,
that this is nothing but just a matter of orgasm and
ejaculation, the art of seeking the perfect moan,
the magic of the intertwines,
i would like to believe that this is nothing but just the mere
rubbing of our bodies, Freudian slips, and erotic escapades,
i would like to believe that my love has nothing to do with this,
that this is just a matter of time and that everything will just pass
that like the wind, something will just touch our cheeks
a little coldness and a little warmth
and then there would be nothing left...
but it is not so, now that the wrinkles reign like a kingdom of its
own where age is the queen and silence is the king,
where the children of memories slowly leave us...
i like to say now, love survives and i still love you
for all the coming days of my life.
to you my wife, cheers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem