My poems

My solitude
Speaks itself
They are my poems
They know me well

I show myself
I see myself
And I knew my depths
I knew my shallowness

What you know
Is my bubbling joy?
What you know
Is my grim grief

I show what I have
I see what I have
I live through you
And I speak through you

You are my way
You are my love
And without you
I will be the dreams
Without colors

It is the cry of the womb

When you suffer
My womb cries
When you long me
My womb trembles
An unknown relation
That's there…
Between you and me
I raise my hands
To take you
But you are not here
I hear your cry
But my hands are locked
I m relaxed
When you are on my lap
And you smile
My joy knows no bound
That's the relation between you and me
What s there between you and me?
I wonder, I realized
It's there between you and me….