push them too hard
and they end of
splitting
push them some more
and they
gnash you with pain
on their
endings
relax and stay cool
there is no hurry
for all these
take time
let things go
let the taste simmer
to the nerve
ending of the tongue
savor
what is so tasteful
in the future
keep everything settled
inside the palm
open
spread and let something
pure remain
along the lines
of your cozy
skin
love and love and let go
things come back
if they are really yours
forever
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem