too-it came suddenly
and covered you; all over.
it is more than a fist full of flame
that warning you touch in the night.
and while you lay dreaming, you
plan it's next heart.
it is more than your face and
it's breath too light it floats over.
it is the one spot that grows ever wider.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem