it is your body
above all,
and my body above
all,
the future or the
talks
or whatever happens
next
or whatever sanctions
are there
are simply irrelevant.
the curves and the
texture,
the fantasy and reality
mixed in the
closed eyes of the
glass bowl,
the taste of strawberry
jam and
the scent of ripe
bananas
the splash of sweetest
memories
the calmness of
promises
when you are in love,
when it is mutual,
the world is only made
up
of us,
you and i,
no other.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem