Tonight….
You lay your body as cake before me
and I flute over iced cherry sorbet
forming aspirations that peak as rosettes
to crystallise tingles
meanwhile…
in contrapuntal dance
tear drops are falling autumnal
to winter snow
to leave me bare and winsome for
the warmth of lantern by my camp
31/10/08
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem