Found a secret, subtle way
To wash over my sensitive skin
the breath and sensual touch of
a warm, moist summer wind.
Think about those restless nights
Trying to get used to
Living out the dream of life
Sleeping next to you.
Then awake in morning, as
Sun rejoins the sky,
Wriggle from this fantasy to
Kiss your ghost good-bye.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem