I place on your pillow
my solitude
for you to enter
divine your voice
like water
to rush into my mouth
irrigate all the crimson fields
beneath my tongue
I see under the door
your dreams
making shadows
in the empty harmony of sleep
there was no resistance
nothing ever said
I remember only later
the blue sand clinging
to our bodies
like small islands
that the sky came for
in the morning
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
dreams making shadows. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.