You
left me
long ago,
kissed me goodbye
with your long absence.
I never forget you.
You did not know what to say,
but your silence said it clearly.
When the sea rose in my eyes, you drowned,
destroying all the bridges to my past.
Then, fell the night like a bottle of ink,
writing on the shore of my body,
staining the sheets with suppleness.
I dreamed that you would return.
My heart swings with the tide;
but you are no more,
slumbering deep
in the grave
of my
eyes.
Another excellent poem. You have a wonderfully sure touch. F
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This dagger so familiar so tangible that I could amost feel the ice of its nudity on my helpless skin- I'm honored to have an opportunity for stopping by