A kiss that begins in the warm neck
Stops in the angle of the lips without time
Wait the nourishment that sprouts
In small drops of the nectar of its souls
...
And once the light is extinguished
the candles don’t let move the shades in the air
There….. I wait you like always
...
Of Fresh Clover...
A kiss that begins in the warm neck
Stops in the angle of the lips without time
Wait the nourishment that sprouts
In small drops of the nectar of its souls
Of its lover-hood
Of quiet feet under the calm water,
Transparent,
Balmy…..
With the open hands…..
Offering-itself in bunch
Of fresh clover….
a tender and lovely poem full of respect for and dignity of life.keep it uo florencia viren dangwal. (and yes i could not understand the first poem)