in Winter
projecting the illusion of low-hanging fruit
smoothing tree-bark
for the rain to stain
with indelible light
Come You
You Revelation
You sans appelation
set this thing on fire
though even in our dreams
place on our tongues
the sweet and glowing embers of desire
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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