Beds burn, longing-
Though I, have no desire
I walk streets-
endless curve of thigh
Thinking of you-
In this city
that does not know,
I exist
I see your face -
it's replaced
a thunderbird
flaps her wings
There's a volcano in my chest
that mimics
the intensity of your own
-
I would call you storm-
My muse on days
my hands roamed freely
the hemline of your expense
I'd take them back again
raise them to my lips-
kiss what memory of you
lingered there
In this city
that does not know,
I exist
The night calls me-
I lay alone, wedded to restlessness-
I will burn another
day of remembrance
in love's holocaust
Then watch from afar
the sun chasing the moon
to kiss her stars
until my love, I'm with you
i would give anything to feel this way about somebody again. outstanding and beautifully done, Amberlee... as ever, Jake
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I would like to translate this poem
Hey, man. I haven't been here for a while but now I'm glad I'm back. Excellent stuff.