in name only
proximity has not
changed
anything
resembling the crux
an act consummated
in all ways
save one
shadows fall
as
both are bearded
with
the chosen configuration
a bliss
of worship
and denial
by now
much is moot
a way of containment
peace
and other intimacies
soft days
long walks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem