You stand in front of me
With your eyes fixed on mine
You reach to take away my mask
I flinch away
Not knowing if I can trust you
You come nearer again
I can feel your breath on my skin
Your fingers stroke my hair
Suddenly a moment of weakness comes over me
I fall down
And you catch me like you did so many times before
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well... Keep him close, he has good reflexes.This poem reminds me of centuries ago, when ethereal dames were fainting and the always eager Lancelot was catching them in mid air before hitting the ground. I liked the piece and the description was of now, vivid and sudden. Your poetry expresses this, and would be nice to receive some criticism from you, too.