Reactants:
A milliliter of love,
maybe lust to taste,
a square of sweet,
a touch of acid,
half a drop of perfectly timed inspiration (or not. this one's optional) ,
laughter that paves the pebbles on the corners of my streets,
buckets of wash me away, drive me insane.
The tiniest slices of people I can't stand this planet without.
Paint a spoon with everything I've ever felt or wanted to feel,
carve it with the paper-cut corners of unfinished to-do lists left undone.
Stir till I find someone.
Products:
and out comes a story.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem