Trust evaporates when checking
my coral you find the shade of lip
stick is yours.....
You over power me placing me
high in the canopy strong winds.
Trails of mine leaving even the
best indian blind in love with awe.
She the tracker waits patiently for
the jaguar to return to her cave
safe for airs musky scent to join
in a feast of salty fleshy muscles.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem