at first the tip of the boat
shows and then the image becomes more detailed
you are there standing half naked
looking at the far horizon
to an island where we will be spending
the night
alone
the rest has assumed the color of the night
fire at the center
rain in our hair
mist between us
moans reaching the heavens
where the stars
are watching
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem