You mirror my soul
In every movement.
A reflection in cut glass
Stolen away every time you look.
Cool until crystallised
Dark until seething
With the way I part my lips
and close my eyes.
Surrendered in these thoughts
Dark hair falling around pale skin
Who am I writing for?
The truth?
in this place
Of violent sexuality
and agile dreams
I am at peace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem