This poem
is talking to you.
Can you hear it?
It whispers.
It moans.
It wants to draw you
into its mouth
& swallow you.
It wants to wrap
its words around you,
until you are
too warm & weary
to resist it.
Then when it has you,
it wants to hold on,
cradle you in its arms
& rock you back home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem