You whispered my name.
My name enjoyed it.
You turned breath
into syllables,
and they rented my ear.
I wouldn't say I'm a fool,
per se (others may) . I
would say I'm a specialized
fool working exclusively
for you, and that whisper
of yours has a certain
command of the situation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem