A map
of sunlight & lace
traces itself
upon the table top
wavers
like water
before us
ripples
like a magical pool
that our fingers
dive into
at once
transformed into fishes
this pool
created
by sunlight & shadow
as real
to us
as
us.
you lay your head
amongst its imaginary waters
and it maps
itself over you
like the contours
of a dream
or the entrance
to a world
beyond us
that exists
&
does not exist
in this
minute
a cloud passes
& erases
all our
magic.
we hide
the memory of it
in our minds
and that night
it becomes
the kiss
we kiss
our bodies
but two dreams
enjoying
the reality of us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem