Tell me
everything.
Give me your deep, your black.
Coat me with your sorrow.
I want to taste the intangible.
Saturate me with your fears.
I can be the pitcher
for your poison.
Divest your demons.
Grant them additional refuge.
This pitcher sits,
unfathomable as your mystery.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem