I make love
to your shadow
behind your back,
I write your name
on the back
of my notebooks
and other words
that make me feel
I could be a poet
that could write
for centuries
and not finish
a single poem
without being
kissed, touched
or even noticed.
I live most days
alone.
Sometimes
I wish I could be
one that cheats
and hits women,
so at least
it would be fair for me
to be alone,
but I'd have more fun,
I wouldn't write allegories
about my life
I wouldn't make up excuses,
I wouldn't blame the gods
that much
then, you might even
turn around
and see me
holding hands
with your shadow
and making love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem