Can I float on your face?
It's so pretty and serene.
Your rippling smile reaches the rim of any scene.
The reflection of stars are glossed in your eyes.
Those whirlpools always suck me in by surprise.
If you catch me staring, it means I'm on a boat.
I'm drifting in you. I'm sinking and afloat.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem