you speak so secretive,
hushed and rhythmic like
scat jazz men whispering in my ear-
smoothly disconcerting with your
dark spoke words,
timeless like the photographs you take in shades of gray,
too scared, to sly to pick a side.
and i am standing on the edge inside your
charcoal shadow,
unnoticed by everyone but you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem