t is the moment when you kiss me
And hug me that I feel the pain
Thinking all the while
In said close, tender moment
The shortness of space
The end of time
Between us
The acceptance that the kiss is a marker
of our defeat
The passion shall be short
Time kills
Time buries me again
on the sands of regrets
On the widening space of emptiness
We shall left behind us
That need for more explanations
When you close your eyes
And without a word
You shall go
And be in the arms of the man
that now completely owns you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem