my love my clouds
So soon it rains
The sun eclipsed, and you cloud are like dew, like rain
not sun, burn endlessly like my rage which i scrible here
i wanted to suport union not separation
clouds rivers meadows and sun
the theatre
A dignifieed apoteosis
worthy of the gardens of babylon
with the wisdom of fields of wheat
and excesssive caressing
i still havent propagated the most unique theatrical arrangements
meant to stimulate a most avidly intrested amoeba
i still havent searched every corner of the map that affects me
desireing to experience every sort of situation
that has feeling
sating
relating
skating sensation of a ray of starr
silable of serenadeThe crysta river
forever inspires me like operas
They lure me out of the cave
the melody enhances my mood happy memory of eden
all my desires fullfilles a walk through the flower beds
to your arch
where our bodies interlock
and please each other
with the language of flesh
the dancers encourage inspiration yearning for nirvana
smiling faces condone our dancing and exclaim the feathers float i n the wind
They admire our tender embrace
Their rapture tenses their backs half willing to join our exiliration, our rapture
I touch our lips with mine
all i want
the world is left behind i reach the peak of the mountain
I blush but the surge of extacy brings me a new planet
my tenderness is met with tendernes, you are my special friend
I hold you in great esteem
i Have held the hand of a godess
i feel i have a fortune
Her smile makes me throw gARLANDS IN THE AIR
I rediscover my emotions
filled with hope
i feel our affair increases in importance
every caress vital to the level of happyness in this palace
the foutains water shines joyfully, so begins your detective work in every cherished crevice of my garden
then we are like swamps
then like guests at the theatre
like romeo and juliet
our love for each other is the centrepiece for us of the world
we give our best our trust and loyalty, our faith protection and nurturing
to devise our new empire
of red popies
neither have i searced every face to see decribed destiny
neither have i been sated by the flesh
the flesh has pleasure our spirit runs rampant to the garden of libelulas
How we love flowers more now we hold them gently and relax on burgundy feather cushions
No more listlessness
satisfaction of the flesh and pink clouds
cryes of your my fanatical qqueen
there i us and then the rest
in order of necesity
while the flesh sleeps we hold the moon
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
They lure me out of the cave the melody enhances my mood happy memory of eden all my desires fullfilles a walk through the flower beds to your arch.......love and art....... a very fine poem. very original in your own art..... thank u dear poet. tony