what form is that constelation
consumed with love for the oh so pretty one
lures me to love
aphrodites constelation
temple for my soul self
to expose its wounds
and some of its glory, and shedding vanity
uncovering a craving for redemption
rejection and the rope we hang onto our geographical bearings
after surviving the earthquake
a craving so long anaesthisised
confused
abused
rejected by beings from unter upturened boxes
physicaly, suffering rejection
the moon takes my spirit on an illuminated path through the forest with the ghosts near the river to arcadia
materialises itself into another body goes through the valley
for the ceremony
souls unite
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem