Go now, from my side,
and from my insides,
When you linger, I get little done...
Such a fantastic distraction
Leave now, but for a moment,
while I spin in circles, that sketch your face,
collapsing in dizzy daydreams of you
Wonderfully winded, and wanting more
Move now, just out of sight,
so that I might notice the seasons changing
or the hours passing...or the crickets chirping
Anything...anything...other than you
Depart, sudden and with smooth escape
With footfall light, as an Irish mist
That you'll be missed, with every lick of my lips
Leave Now, but for a moment.....
'Though you go...you are never gone far from the fantasy.' Quite a passionate statement, though the poem is of contrasting rather than complementary feelings: 'Move now, just out of sight, so that I might notice the seasons changing or the hours passing...or the crickets chirping Anything...anything...other than you'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Isn't love grand and all consuming... a notion that devours heart, mind, body and spirit.... at least that is what your pen is telling me that we share in common... a true and genuine love of love.