perhaps falling short of
metaphors, but still bursting with
emotions, here you are now,
invoking all the planets and the stars
and the galaxies
for poem.
and those who read still dizzy with
their broken hearts still long and ask
for your love
poem.
you are not inclined to write one,
being in love and busy with its demands.
you are out of town, into the mountains
making love with your own
shadow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem