When you and I are drunk
With purple dream
No cunning guile enough to draw us
From melted honey music
Red above blue
Still beneath wild
Delicate and hot
Smooth and pink
Mad and bare
Then we will sing our love
In shimmering blood whispers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lyrical and seductive. So many poems try to portray passion and get stuck in cliche; this does not. Well done.