I'll kiss him
Until we both get light headed
Isn't that enough to validate
I really, really want this
Hold him until I brush him off
Like a bad punch line
We can venture to Paris
Drink wine and make love under city lights
Like we only got limited time
Running his hands through my hair
My skin crawls like a bad dream
But I love the rush anyway
He sees right inside me
Maybe I'm too easy to read
Sun shine, sheer curtains
I rise but he is still asleep
Slipping out to the patio
My cigarette brunch
I walk down to the creek
not far from our motel
Catching sight of mothers
Pushing their strollers
Glorious day, nobody knows us
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I would like to translate this poem
I walk down to the creek, beautifully written every thing here. Nice job.