#Uncouth Love#
The unkempt need of
the unabashed curves of skin rolled like satin creases in
uncouth lonely hours
longing tongue tied in
the binding spell
of the fullmoon, musked by
savoury soft kisses,
sinking deeper
than wintry seas,
soaring like foamy
waves in their hissing murmur.
We play unrestrained the
raw symphony of love; Often magically
embellished
by the surreal
silence of starlight
and crescendo of
falling moonbeams in your absence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem