Each night
we leave this place
and return to our homes
alone and,
I daresay,
lonely, save our
flickering companion,
our papers and scribbling pen.
And all I want
is to hold you
and to be held,
to have and to be
a warm body in the night,
and to somehow alleviate
the deafening silence
with the sweet
sound of breath.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Okay, that is touching. It's a sentiment a lot of us have had and you have captured it well. Neat stuff.