there is no intention
to compete
it is just by coincidence
that we meet
and i begin to notice how
beautiful are you
objectively you are ugly
and i blame myself for such
a low standard
but there it is
this amazement why such an
ugliness could still trigger
desire
at this point in time
logic fails
what matters most is this
feeling that i am alive
and that i desire you
perhaps at night after making
love with you
i can write objectively what
is real from what is not.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem