Holger in the states: day 103. I'd like to write a poem in English

I'd like to write a poem in English...

But the words don't sound as they're written,

with phrases so alien they can't make me feel.

As by torpidity I've been smitten,

leaving my emotions immobile.

Ma tahaks kirjutada eesti keeles,

kuid sõnad kõlavad nii kohmakalt,

keelereeglid püsivad vaevu meeles

ning lausestus mul veelgi rohmakam.

I'd like to write a poem on your skin,

drag my fingertips across your body,

while I think of everything that has been.

I'd like to write a poem on your heart,

make your breathing heavy, leave your lips ajar.

But the calling of my life drove us apart,

and now, your heart is too far.

Blue Ridge mountains.

Madu.

No comment.

Suutsin enda seni purunetamatuks pidanud telefoni katki teha.

Frititud oreo-küpsised. Maitses nagu diabeet.

Hommikuhelvestekoogid!

Füüsika.

Burger kahe glaseeritud sõõriku vahel. Maitses nagu veel tugevam diabeet.

Hiiglaslikud jänkud!

Minu esimene nikerdatud kõrvits!