Your head, (and I love to touch your head)
proud like a solitary flower
bends against the winds of heaven
beauty has no permanent place
alone in just the air
of unions too long coupled
but in you, my love
it shines extreme in the awe of moments
in mystical union
we stand before each other
in naked reverence
in purple shadow
your wings are your wings
not mine
they carry only my blood
on the two feathers of your lips
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem