I see his face, in cold winds of my mind
like a sunkissed wound
He is every memory I wish to erase
The mans soft hands burn ropes in my breath
Tender sediments of pleasure grow under the callus of my chest
As i gasp for air I am taken back
This is not the love I wanted
Only the pain I needed to feel alive
So to my sweets I say good-bye
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem