Trickle down my arms outstretched
and dribble to the floor.
Pool yourself upon my steps
and creep under the door.
Give me something to be sure
is worth my mop and soap.
Splash yourself upon my soul
and let your body soak.
I love you more than tidy rooms
and beauty-laden dreams
'cause when you wet my open arms
my love will start to stream.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem