images are blurring
blue, orange, red, yellow, white
too close
back away
crunch the leaves under foot
circle the wood
watch the water bathe the rocks
zip up to the neck
hands in pockets
elbows tucked into sides
legs stiffen
you should sit
closer now
feet inch to the flame
thighs begin to warm
hands reach out
face is aglow
hair saves the smoky memory
get closer
it hurts
but it's still not enough
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem