Secret stings make them hurt each other.
What lights the fire will not extinguish it.
The flame cannot be stolen.
Desire will condense in their blood
while lesser gods laugh.
Its being short but powerful makes me like this piece. You really have a way with words.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A potent write Luis, with wonderful use of language. Hugs Anna xxx