By his wave
he says I could manage
by his shave
he means he is on the stage
with a gesture
a world shuttered
simply pours
silently for hours
the gleam in the looks
spills the joy in the books
the sunken eyes
hints at sinking ties
stiffening body
strikes at unrest embodied
lingering lust
lamped by lazy stretch
eyes speak
lips too leak
the way you stand
says the weight in your hand
Reading you
in Silence
is watching wonders
what you say
is not what you may
facing your words
When I am lost into your face
the gap intrudes
and I stop reading blanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem...very well crafted using subtle imagery...