your face
is my face
how could you not see it?
your face
is my face
how could not not have felt kissing it?
your face
is my face
and it is the face of God
how could you have hated it?
your eyes
are my eyes
and they have long been blinded
on bouncing stares
like pingpong balls
rebounding
reverberating the sound of nothing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem