without the windows
where can the frames be?
without the space
where can air be and all those who thrive
because there is an emptiness between
arms and lips and bodies
without my emptiness
what is the use of you?
without this space between us
where can we be?
this nothingness makes us meet once again
let us love it, embrace it and make love to it
do we have a choice, my dear?
maybe you, on some uncertain terms, but
i have to be honest, i have none,
i have only you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really needed this poem today. It's very Nerudean mixed in with a trace of something just only-Ric.. love it.