We were entwined
in aimlessness,
this Muse and I
(stars blooming
in water,
moonlight falling
into darkness) .
He left me
once the seed
was sown.
He left me
blossoming
and then was gone.
I wanted to feel
the heartbeat
under mine, but
my tiny white
soul shrank to a star
in water (moonlight
still falling) .
I fear the shapes
of birth: the tiny lungs
like emerging butterfly wings;
the tiny heart,
a maggot
gnawing inside me.
This Muse and I:
I dream each night
we meet again
and touch like lepers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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