pole shift?
evolutionary change?
or just the sound
of the screen door banging,
when you walked out of my heart?
my finger feels naked
when i wake up in
the middle of the night....
and the wind blowing the curtains
tells me it's true!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the idea of a screen door (or any door for that matter) surrounding the heart.