So did my heart in the futile gobbet
Spreading words and built castles in the air
Simmering messages, grasped and sniffed
Down there, the intimacy and teething desire
Proverbed
If I don't leave by photographs
I will lust
I need your pale face displayed
By the foot
And take hold of you
All day every day
So did my heart swallowing song lines
A refined retrospect in dunes
That heart rocking in vain
Promised deepen a promising will
But hmm....uh...disbarred
And shamefully soaked in rains
So did my heart covered in seaweeds
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem