
You’re too far to reach, yet
I’d touch your thoughts,
if I tried.
When your warm breath
caresses
someone else’s skin,
my poor soul
freezes
here with chagrin.
You’re too far to reach, yet
I’d touch your thoughts,
if I tried.
When your warm breath
caresses
someone else’s skin,
my poor soul
freezes
here with chagrin.
Writer of the poetry book “The Anguish of an Oyster”. PhD candidate in Translation Studies at the University of Ottawa. www.ecemyucel.com
Writer of the poetry book “The Anguish of an Oyster”. PhD candidate in Translation Studies at the University of Ottawa. www.ecemyucel.com