As a rambling, mountaineer…
Cling's on to his love's brazier
Vertigo dizzies itself on a cleft:
With one more push, inward.
One more outward—swing,
Out in and in out, out and in,
His mountaineering fabric peaks.
Slips off; another layer…
Of sepal rose green petal skin.
Loves pistil, white and pure…
Here his carpel summit sits.
With; another mountaineer…
Oh so ridiculously, rosebud -small.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem