I'm making love
to your shadow
behind your back,
I'm writing poems
on the back of your notebooks
every day
without being noticed,
without being kissed.
It's how I live my life,
my pathetic life.
Sometimes I wish I could be
one of those men that hit women,
then it would be fair for me
to be alone,
I wouldn't write my life
in lies, on separate pages,
I wouldn't make up excuses,
I wouldn't blame your god
for my mediocre shape,
then, you might even
turn around
and see me
kissing your footprints
and making love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love it, beyond words!