Touch me again with your wicked love.
Tainted caresses burn, and toxic memories tantalize a ruptured ray of hope.
Curve towards the sear and relish the long-cooled rapture again.
Relive and linger for just a second so when the truth does out
The scar that deepens can swallow the next waves of want right down.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem