“Careful…”
he said
his finger
raised and gently
pointing at me,
as though he could
read my mind…
and after all this time
I still feel the sting
of what he meant.
But I know what I
saw in his eyes
as he spoke, that
moment when they softened,
and seemed to say
something else
as he leaned forward
to kiss me
with velvet lips.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem