May I lend you the flower which bleeds a nectar of my loneliness?
May I give you the petals so at least you can feel me at my loneliest?
So I can watch the sap leak into your veins
And drink up the rest because any part of you is what I crave
May I dampen myself with gasoline and give you the lighter?
May I pull the bow back so you can feel the arrow getting tighter?
I am the weapon and you the trigger
I hope that today your anxious hands can calm your fingers
But if you happen to lapse
And ignite my fire
Stake my heart
Or crush my flower
I'll understand
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem