Water lilies bloom in the sunlight
Under his stable window...
The fans hum in the noon heat,
Flies swished away with the whisk of his tail
I lean into your back to feel his ear,
And inhale the buzz of electricity that runs between you and I.
You focuse on his black equineness,
And I on your raw intensity.
Each time your arm grazes mine,
The springy softness of your hair,
Paints me with longing...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a picture perfect longing expressed through these poignant lucid lines