Sleep evades me tonight
as an adult missing
where the kissed lips
confess in red
about why a blood which is beautiful
prefers the dark,
becomes an open slave
of what it hideously marks.
A cursed prisoner like a cursed kiss.
Whenever it has tried
to live a life of its own,
life died.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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