Swollen redness on your lips
Your kisses fade like
ash in my mouth
With all my heart
I am elsewhere.
Not wanting to be here
but left with nothing else.
Not even enough breath
left in my lungs to sigh.
I turn my head
and forget my body
Kisses, an automatic motion
Touch, a dead caress
masquerading as love
Pretending
that life isn't just made of this
that the passion hasn't been cut from my every pore
Forcibly removed
and left to whither on the bedspread
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem