Earth holds
bare breasted
bushy pits
full milky bread and butter
churning rose hips
delectably simple and
needy
ire whirlpool as the ambrosia tea breeze
warms the nostrils
red pointer tip
the eye of the yolk
staring deeply into my soul magnetism
like Mesmer unleashing the animal attraction
and a magician tucking lace kerchiefs into his sleeve
taking thirds at an all you can eat buffet
stashing croisants in his hat for later
woman of my life
apple of my eye
Earth holds you in my soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem