love remains
attached to my fingertips
as securely as it is attached
to my heart.
the cold blows
pelting rain
like ice marbles
standing, staring, wanting
I feel nothing
except your last breath
on my neck
I recall everything
with great lucidity
hands pressed to face
I am pulled back to Eden
surrounded by a storm
turning my face skyward
eyes closed
fingers dancing gently across it
I can feel your kisses
on my forehead, eyelashes and cheeks.
the rain, my love
had turned to snow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another deeply sensual poem.