Pre-sunrise precipitation
Clouds through fingers
Things perceived real...
All vanishing - lace over eyes
That's what I thought YOU were - real!
Upset now: back then, I was gullible
Walking open-eyed into this grave
I remember how:
You sold it to me -
Sang it out loud...
Lashings of sweet promises
Strategy...
For HER sake, I hope that your kiss isn't just a means to her breasts...her thighs
I hope that your touch is true
That your candied lips & 'coacoa'd' body are hers alone.
I wish her permanence after sunrise
No more mist or clouds
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this poem..so many events..with this simple creative verses! Truly a piece of art!