the simple pleasure
of just being with you
longing in the course sand
and the dark river
your soft skin
collecting the grains
your soft skin
imbued
the world turning
stretching our shadows
with the evenings getting cold
when the sun leaves
even in the summer
the salt dried in our sweat
chills to the wind
the birds of prey
go to nest
and the salmon
find deeper waters
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem