i am up here
and you look at me
i know you are
looking at something
less important
the one that humiliates
me and yet
desirable
it is only a part of me
and the negligible part in you
these we can part with
these we can compromise
inside the room we catch
ourselves in a compromising situation
you know what i mean
and you too mean what you know
the glass is misty-eyed
the weather of course is colder
we know what we did
we know we never know what regret meant
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem