Yes, Beverly, and that may be one reason why the works of so many poets end deep in the darkness of chests of drawers.
You exposed personal thinking, humor and neat composition in "Revelation", but the vulnerable exposure may be more like this:

He did not pick up
He did not pick up
All the uncertainties of my youth
Show up on the doorstep of my heart
And make it flutter with fear

He did not pick up
Is he all right?
Am I too much?

He did not pick up
And each minute lasts an hour

Thank you, Beverly.
You most certainly stuck out your neck some more in this one.
More, please
And did I trace some piece of good advice here?
I have never done this before.
Doing it in a foreign language makes it triply difficult.
My friend likes them and asks for more.

Sometimes in a relationship, trying to merge body and soul, there's a tendency to lose self-identity.
When those circumstances change, re-discovery is paramount to survival.
Just my observations on your poem LM

A blink in time is man's brief date
Deluding players at the gate
A winding road without an end
Till suddenly around a bend
A catch of breath must give us pause
To contemplate the cankersores
Of fleeting years, a constant wonder
What changed the quiet into thunder
And left behind a bitter taste
What turned the harvest into waste.

Hey, Beverly and I sense you are out there.
Don't be shy.
Dare do it!
Outspokenness, yes!
No preserves, yes!

Itch
The eagerness, the appetite
The sheer joy of life reborn
A mosquito bite
Flying a kite
Across the years forlorn

How Heavy the Days....

How heavy the days are.
There's not a fire that can warm me,
Not a sun to laugh with me,
Everything bare,
Everything cold and merciless,
And even the beloved, clear
Stars look desolately down,
Since I learned in my heart that love can die.


Without You

My pillow gazes upon me at night,
Empty as a gravestone;
I never thought it would be so bitter,
To be alone,
Not to lie down asleep in your hair.

I lie alone in a silent house,
The hanging lamp darkened,
And gently stretch out my hands
To gather in yours,
And softly press my warm mouth
Toward you, and kiss myself, exhausted and weak____

Then suddenly I'm awake
And all around me the cold night grows still,
The star in the window shines clearly____
Where is your brown hair?
Where is your sweet mouth?

Now I drink pain in every delight
And poison in every wine,
I never knew it would be so bitter
To be alone,
Alone without you.