Welcome to my world, stranger. I'm more than happy you decided to join me on a journey through poetry. Today I'm sharing another poem, originally written in Slovene and translated in English (translation is NOT literal). I hope you enjoy it - leave a comment if you wish!
I am empty of emptiness
Beloved
I would write you in blood
would sign myself with juices
in you
I would soften myself
so you can swallow
But I'm empty of emptiness
Beloved
I would be your bed
breath of life into your morning coffee
for you
your head start
for a leap over transience
but I am empty of emptiness
Addressed
what I still have is not a gift
what Is left is a request
prazen sem praznine
ljuba
s krvjo bi ti pisal
se s sokovi podpisal
vate
nagrizel bi se
da me lažje prebaviš
a prazen sem praznine
ljuba
postlal bi ti sebe
izdihnil v jutranjo kavo
zate
dal bi ti zalet
za skok čez minljivost
a prazen sem praznosti
naslovljena
kar še imam, ni dar
kar je ostalo, je prošnja
Yours truly, yours creepily - creeptor
