You touch me
Like a wave
Like a motion
Like a sound
Rushing and pulsing
And rushing and pulsing
Where a beam shines from you
And lights me up
Filling every particle
With this
Cutting sound
Like incense to my ears.
Hiding inside me
Clouding my head with dreams that spill over
And buzz around
Like spiders with their fill of butterflies and bees
Waiting for what the world owes them
What the world owes.
Life is a petty thing
That comes and goes as it pleases
But if this is what the world owes you
Then you have nothing.
The sounds are all the same
There's no clear way out.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem