Translations Poem by Stefanie Fontker

It blows over you slowly
And then like a wave,
Cascades down your back
And you can't see it anymore.

Nothing offers comprehension
When you put it all together.
To build my words tall,
Would be to knock down my tower.

I hate the taste of that single
Syllable word upon my tongue.
One word could never describe
How my heart beats for you.

That's why I won't repeat it,
Such a blasphemous implication.
I could never just love you,
You are my translation of what it is,

To be.