In the moonlit night
bathed in dreams
I wash the crystals
of memories
And wipe them clean
in the sweetness
of hanging illusory mirror-
Showing me my images
cold with past embraces
scratched with nails
of sweet desire-
the snake of your beauty
lures my frog skin
never tanned with lust.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I wash the crystals of memories And wipe them clean in the sweetness of hanging illusory mirror- Such a poem full of lovely imageries. 10++for it.