I carry you with me to bed
you, in essence,
because necessity has your being
your love will sate me
its flow melting in my skin
seeping warmth into
my bones
my soul
filled to overflowing
I will sleep wrapped, suspended
in the ethereal embrace
of your love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another poem full of good imagery, Eila.