your love,
cyanide and rose petals,
covered with oil and vinegar,
set ablaze
on a bare table
in a haunted room....
the sharp edge
of the razor softly stroking
the small hairs on my soul....
the taste of blood
and chocolate lingering
just outside my desire.....
the last breath,
the first day,
and the pulse that
lives between!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this really like the ending. Great write.