Deep in your lungs
I can hear wild horses
Herded for the night
To catch some rest
Bodies covered in sweat
The jewelry of lovers
Who don’t want to wait
To catch but a single breath
Deep in your lungs
I can hear wild horses
Impatient for the night to end
Then they’ll run away
Led by that soothing scent
That I can not
I dare not name
And If I can’t pin your heart
And make it think it’s mine
Just promise to bring your body
Back to me for the night
what little warmth it will give
is the warmth I will gladly take
even though it will fade like a tail light
lost on a motorway
Deep in my throat
In can feel old warships
Quickly going down
Without a prayer
I will make the same mistake
Of begging her to promise she’ll stay
Before this king sized bed
Turns into a nameless grave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Enjoyed this worried piece of work. (Everything works out in the end)