When we first faced,
And sat in the cold den,
Arms clutching my ribs,
Eyes lost and alone.
You were like a freightened doe.
I touched you like no other
With gentleness and truth.
Expecting nothing, and yet having
The foresight to gain it all.
Our days are different
Our lives miles apart.
But I could not hold
You hard enough!
Or far enough away.
Or close enough to feel
Me in you.
I trembled at your touch,
You remember that don't you?
Ten years of familiarity
Broken away to trembling fear.
But you still let me in for a while
With your cold hands
Stroking my back and ribs,
Our eyes locked and glazed when we first faced.
the feelings of the beginning that never should be lost. great work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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