piano dolor comes again
the sweet sounds of home and pain
simple and baked
forlorn weasels
snatch surprise from eternity
lights and a burning house
of love inked in light
remembered first fond
-led sex into dark apart
-ments singed with black
mold the clay footsteps
hands stretched long into
arms of sleep deified
tears and stitched beat
-itudes elude the scratch
-y silence between wo
-rds a cord dangles metal
-lic sliver shimmer sleek
behind lips a soul writes…..
freed
-oms…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
behind lips a soul writes….. freed- - - - - - - -> I would have stopped right there instead of continuing but I am not thee!