my gaze is lovely
to love it is rooted
it is shy, it gazes when
the beloved is not looking
it is always
unfulfilled, it is always as sad
as a shy look, a stolen glimpse
of the face of my only god
something stupid
really
i do not fear it
i do not touch it
it is as lovely as desire
an inch away from those lips
breath inside a breath
namelessly
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
really a great one, i love it