And this one is
so different from the last
when I unknowingly
trusted
and lost all control.
Melancholy portrait
hiding your face,
wading into each abysmal day.
You tie ribbons around my throat;
a playful strangulation
made pretty
by the brightly colored weapons.
(I'm gasping words you cannot understand, but, if you could you would hear me begging for more.)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is intriguing to say the least...may cause confusion or recognition.....