I have not seen
your eyes
green
brown
violet or blue
could be like mine too
just black
My heart is all
in love with you
I have not touched
your lips yet
what a kiss
can do
I am a blue man
dying some years
hence
I haven't yet seen your eyes
But hands are sleek
you show them to me
daily
I have not yet
seen your eyes
but
I can recall your sweet breath
come hold on to me
believe in the world
I am about to leave
but don't abandon me
kindly friendly one
lovely ''poet'' please.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
vulenerable and profound while as well an exploration of color as it is understood emanating from the eyes and perceived vis a vis an intimacy the poet longs for