He wrapped her within his soft breath
that flowed like winds
from a remote paradise
while she tucked him in her bed of roses
where dunes of warmth act
like a fire crafted in the midway
between the kingdom of heaven
and the realm of the hells
conceived to defrost the coolest
and stubbornest iceberg
There, a bird falls from the sky
into the pink flower
that blossoms as a butterfly
fluttering to reach the zenith;
they swirl and twirl and dance
and melt with all the gods
In the meanwhile,
a volcano of pleasure erupts
and disrupts the vision of the earth citizens
who remain behind blind
screens of fear
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hello Poet, i have to search the Last Gods, I dont knew neither the author nor the poem. But your Poem follows the same secret, nature and man, love and sensuality, so subtly described. Very hot! Loved it!