اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
All beauty is irony
As our bones touch and melt
Your oesseus hands fondle my stunted face
Eyes of ivory
And paper skin
I see my face in your eyes
Your shivering fingers,
Your bloody lips
In mine
Etching kisses
Fusing minds and body
Into a disfigured siamese symbiosis
