making love with you
is a way of making myself blind
i close my eyes as i do not want to see
as seeing makes me more blind than ever
and so i keep this blindness to see the beauty
of feelings, as i see the beauty inside beneath
the womb of our worlds.
these are the souls disguising in the bodies
trying to remember what was real from their beginnings.
this is the self made blindness in order to be back to where
we once belong: free and beautiful...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem