because you love that
song
you keep on singing it
the lyrics give you
life
the melody makes you
fly
and your lips change
to a hum
your gums more alive
like a newly found friend
your tongue
is marvelous in its
new outfit of desire
the truth about that song
is that it is
owned by air and you know
what it is
how air is, how fleeting
and in the morning you find yourself
with that truth littering
the floor
your mouth bleeds
your tongue is dead
a tooth is missing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem