the whole world -
pieces of us,
some things shatter.
straddle the moment and call it love.
stillness speaks-
the shadows
rushed in with feathery wings, half plucked-
I've kept your secret, memorized your moans-
pleased the devil you entertained
unaware of hell.
I moved in you,
something vague asked me to.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem