Bound in lace,
First snow,
Nothing to offer
But that destined to
Bring rejection.
His ravenous gaze,
Fearing satisfaction.
Both ends of
The magnet.
To clutch, to discard;
Construct, destroy;
Repulsion
Pulsing pink,
Rising and roiling
Red waters
His sin swept soul
Revels before revulsion.
She walks home
Cold and alone
Trailing detritus.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You have strong images-'red waters' is very ominous. and the emotional closure of your poem is so powerful. A couple things were ambiguous for me on two quick readings-'fearing satisfaction', for example.