She brushes her long black hair
Till it shines like the wings of a raven
I watch
As she piles it on top of her head
And secures it with sticks
I smell her
In my beard and the bedsheets
She sees my eyes in the mirror
I smile
And pat the side of the bed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a nice poem, Larry H. Read my poem, Love and L u s t. Thanks.