Head raised above the surface,
I beg the gods of sailing
to return you to me—
before I dived deep
into the abyss of fear of intimacy
and you drift away into the sea
of chances I have, yet again, missed.
A silent prayer, a penance—
I bow my head
and let the waves devour me,
I shall not move
I shall not breathe
and I shall be reborn
as the sea that reaches your shore
to fill all your holes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a nice poem, Neriza. Read my poem, Love and L u s t. Thanks.