The lengthening slits
and deepening necklines
garage sale of your modesty
my handful petite
now gargantuan eye-candy
eyes will fertilize more eyes
and their hands more hands
this piercing sighting this
inch by inch tread marks
are crowding out my libido
My hunger for you
acquired a nationality new
I wish to make love on continuum
Extend the orgiastic plateaus
Beyond human’s meager measures
I wish to make love to that moment
When your eyes held liquid enough
For baptism and ablution
Your mouth and mine unmistakably one
When you wore nothing but my breath
Your womb would fish my smiles
I want one crippling orgasm
That reaches my destiny before me
It is more than desire, it is the need for unification of the two identical souls. After reading, you realize that the poet didn't left a word to say. You can not say anything more, love poetry touched the maximum taste.10++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it makes me think that we all are standing, very still, on the stage, and the sets change and change, they blur and we are in another play, being treated as a different character, but knowing we are the same...