Lips rising to merge with mine,
Tasting the warmth you wish to share...
Bodies merging amongst the pines,
Tingling to excitement and the cool night air...
The world is shrunken, leaving only you and I,
In a tiny wood, doing what we both must dare...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
1970... I remember well the tryst that inspired it!