Man and woman, we laid where clouds copulated,
My head near yours, where the river kissed the bar.
Sat in seats as a couple, all breath-bated,
Watched a star shoot across another star.
Dream for dream; all our movements syncopated,
Strength for weakness, nested in parallel.
But gradually our words grew constipated-
And you took me suddenly, inside a dark stairwell.
Thereafter, we no longer searched for symbols;
Auspicious signs, we would be just like the rest:
We were lithe and quick, and we were very nimble-
And it mattered not if our union were not blessed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well I know a site who's union is surely blessed.... I hope I remember the first two lines forever........ What breathtaking passion here............... Thanks for it............ Jim Troy