sacred
secret
my ears, your words
getting along so damn well;
my eyes peer into yours
while we sit across from one
another like the sweetest
face off and flirtatious talks
filled with questions and
answers that we keep in
repetition
platonically
although I’m sure that my
eyes reveal a pinch of curiosity
about the possibilities whether
the lust of our likenesses could
somehow liken a deeper link upon
the friendship that we harbor...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem