My skin crawls at the indecisive touch.
As my eyes, covered, still see.
My body cringes to the burn,
that any flesh dare set to my own.
As I undoubtedly nurse the idea of sanity,
I beg to the trails of the unbeating heart.
Torturous thoughts,
sicken my mind - as I dwell between realities.
Simplton to kiss my shoes,
should not stand higher then my waist,
should not glare upon my face.
I shiver and shake at the thought of all else,
but your love crimson red in my womb.
As each gasping embrace befalls us,
I can feel you cherish her.
For my heart will always rythme softly - until my dying breath.
With your name spoken silently,
I will await my untimely death.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem