What measly crumb or cast off morsel
May I have of you?
What sweet and quenching dropp to soothe
My aching thirst of you?
No eyes to melt my fears away,
Or stubbly cheek to rub against.
No mouth to ravage hungry kisses,
Or arms to hold me tight.
I feast on disembodied words,
I savor every mouthful.
I horde them like a child with candy,
Greedy for every bite,
For that is all I have of you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
disembodied words.....21 gun salute! ! !