synæsthetic sensations
that can't be put into words
(it is not necessarily liberating to be free
it is not exactly lovely to be desired)
should I jump
into fear
tonight
(the smoky air
feels wrong beneath the curtain)
should I lie
to your heart
tomorrow
(I will fly
eventually)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nyc one one keep on writing more poems