do not forget
now that you are ready
pleasure to be pleasurable
must be shared
mutually, and that this
must bear the fruits of love
when pleasure dies like
everything else
during those times of drought
and hibernation
another season must connect
like a human chain
the seeds must be ready
to sprout again
winters turning into spring
agony back into pleasure again....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem