so you desire nothing more
except
pure feeling,
how can i write about
feeling?
pure feeling?
yes, without words, without borders
no laces,
plain cloth, sand on the pillow
mold on the hammock,
lost worm wriggling on the shiny floor,
bird flying on brisk wings
towards places that i imagine,
deep into the sea
breathless
i lay my head upon your thighs
without looking at your eyes as i close mine in full trust
you thrush upon me
in the darkness of it all
love that rebuilds my empire
desire that puts moon on my evening sky
pure feeling
no direction, nothing to ask and nothing to give
i ask sometimes if i am right
if it is possible.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem