Caressed by Italian sunshine
nakedly I read my book
on Pompeii
(hiding a part of me)
that is
...private.
You, magnificently
tanned all over
making my Vesuvius
threaten to erupt
as your breasts
sway and cut a gentle swathe
across my aching vision.
The book...rising
unbidden.
*******
The book in question being Judith Harris’s POMEII AWAKENED...
A STORY OF REDISCOVERY: Tauris & Co. Ltd.,2007.*
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem