... when I let you into my home
I made room for you between
my bed sheets and my notebook sheets
and even though you leave my bed
every day before dawn
before the sleepy mattress's had
a chance to map out the valleys
and ridges of your body,
the pages of my memory still
keep you in my poems
where I know you'll never leave.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A short but sweet poem, Jasmina. Thanks for sharing. Peace