joy must be
sugar on his
lips
pressed against
his love
painful truth's
aching, raw
to the wanting
observer
worship reflected
back on worship
and a solemn dedication
that has no name
the lie and truth
silk and sand
desire and distaste
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I loved your idea and the words you chose, well written. The last stanza is the best, great use of paradox. Well done 'the lie and truth silk and sand desire and distaste'