shall i pretend to you that i have only one face forever?
you are silent
you think like a deep river
despite the storm when the waters from the mountains come
force you to rise and run and rage
you are my night and day
you have seen the changing of my hues
i turn red like a rose
become white like a carnation
become sturdy like a bark of the oak tree
sometimes i turn into stone
you see me and touch me with your wind and mist
like a diamond i wear some corners
some faces for me to glitter
to find meaning in the life that i carry within my arms
a lull
rocking of my feet
mechanisms of my coping up
in your silence i set aside my masks
and face you
shed off some faces and look at you
i become so vulnerable
as you kiss me in my lips
i quiver
i become so light
i become so alive
i become so real
all the other faces fade like a fume from the funnel
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem