seeding the clouds
with doubt that is what i do
best.And for you i fly
the skies hovering
on your face. I kiss you.
and then you cry.
and then the clouds rain
and rain some
drops of your pains
i see this pleasure.
i give you clear skies.
hoping that that is
all you want. And then
you tell me. You want
them blue, in fact,
bluer than blue. I shake
my head.You are not
just irresistible. You are
also impossible.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem