Neither the sky nor the moon's phases
beckon my mood now - as
you are here in every sense
without the passing desultoriness
I see you inside my closed eyes
my deep breaths pump the sweet love ras
that fills my mind with your craving
as if to bring near the moment
of knowing I am no different from you
you are the wine I promised myself
to drown in and lose my balance
I have made the plunge and kept the word
I will have no complaints nor regrets
if you choose to subsume me - and
I need to explain to none
if I even come out of your hold
anyway, people make their own stories
that people want to listen
nothing changes between you and me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Jeepers this is good....may I have a small sip....lol NBB