I wipe it from my lips,
along with the traces of your kisses.
I retrain my tongue
to no longer form the syllables,
to no longer remember
the grainy pleasure
of entwining your alphabet.
I swallow back the sound,
until the taste is less than memory.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Liking the images you've used here William...Fi 10+++