You
Split my brain in half,
The carved stars afar
Silver lilies so fertile
On the drunk sky of Myrtle.
11: 00 PM in the dark
Lightnings get fully charged.
Together, wildly
We catch the wide bay
Ah, of roses astray made.
The Beach is softened
By the red sands of foam,
The golden gossamer swings
Amid your darling muscly poem.
A million tanned seconds we share
All missing is the puppy fear.
The seawater is salty and minty
Tides are tidy.
Silently
The night covers her bridal face
Extra eyes retreat.
I invent a kiss.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
measuring the depth of the sea and from there the formless beauty