Why cannot I hold you close?
Like a rosé born from by curdled soul.
Why cannot I bury my self in your warm flesh?
Like a root finding its own existence in a dark cavern.
Why cannot I kiss you without guilt?
Like a bee sitting on a flower in the bloom of spring?
Why cannot I spread your soul on to mine?
Like a man making love to his woman long lost in time?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem