“I’m needing more” she requests. No. Demands of me
Her eyes glossed – but from delight or sorrow I cannot tell
I set myself to sail her soul. A delicate and crystalline sea
Oh, to catch that wind, that fine flurry and ride her dip and swell
Though the water is clear, I can see no floor, no bottom to it all
Its vastness stretches past my eyes and brings me to my knees
Some may think I would feel alone in such expansive sprawl
But I know I sail with her and feel her kiss upon the breeze
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I keep wondering when I will reach a poem of yours that I don't like...another find write.