I leave the rusting screen door unlatched
out on the aging back porch of my mind
Sweet baby bring your love back here inside
and warm the cold dark chill from my soul
Lingering alone and forgotten near that door
I long for your soft gentle whisper of my name
and desire your breath to tenderly blow life's freedom
your passion to the dying embers of my heart
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem