Sit Beside Me
Hear the raindrops
Penetrate the ears of trees
The willows
Ask the wind
To thrust their branches
to you
Just
To get a taste
Of your name
Jacqueline,
Is what they call you
Soon as you speak
I know
It seems unjust
To fence you into, a name
I hear your voice
It starts in my lips
Travels to my stomach
Trembles my hands
And beats my heart
Maybe it’s the touch,
Maybe it’s the smell,
Maybe,
It’s the name
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
love it.