Yotam Gingold
Practice your empathy.
translated poetry:
The trickle of clowns was noiseless.
Their eyes and noses were painted but colorless.
A fog of sadness hung in the air.
The circus was cancelled, the joy of children was, too.
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I can't wait to slip my hands around your tender waist
I long to press my hand against your bottle cap -- and with a pop, slip it off
I dream of holding you cheek to cheek with a pounding heart beat
I ache for that breathless moment when our lips meet,
and with a sigh,
I desire to drink you in, complete
