Masterpiece of flesh
periscope into clarity
a private view
of emptiness
sunk ship eyes like
toothpaste in a tube
easy going keeps easy going
until easy going is all gone
sweet worship in a touch
tone voice
sudden moisture
and the heavy smell
of compromise
evading the silent room
back to back to each other
overpowering us
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem