When tomorrow
opened the door—
you already did left
with much to offer
less to give:
the tingle of night
spell my skin
as a chant,
send back your afterglow
a linger on shyness
the line you did not say:
I am here
I am still here
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
send back your afterglow a linger on shyness....memories.. love, did u leave..... or ar u thre.? love and its mysteries .. portrayed so well.. thank u dear poetess.. tony