Your bum
stuck up in the air
beautiful
as any flower
me, a bee
eager to make honey
polinating our desire.
Outside the window
a bird sings
with such
...passion.
We shattered
in our ecstasy
washed up on the shore
of each other
now no longer
bee & flower
only human
love
our greatest metaphor.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Gorgeous depiction of spring/summertime love. HG: -) xx