Swallowed in his pocket
I hid in his chest
letting the music play
Like the cooing of an ocean wave
melting me to rest
swirling me into deeper water
drowning me with
a vague sense of serenity
I let go once, but the call
of the quiet drew me back
until my body numbed
He became my shell
and I the heart of his shell
until the dance was done
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem