you are lowered above me
when in the light blue bed
I am covering myself with your body
like with soft silk matter
you are luring with touch
stroking the thirsty lips casually
you are watering with nectar of tenderness
ripening with heavenly apple
it would suffice love
to more than one feast
you know my sweetest mysteries
hidden from world
you are extinguishing the moon
lighting the heat of desire
it is shining as the lighthouse
summoning ships in the fog
I will be such a lamp post for you
when you will get lost with night time
even in thoughts
you will find your way to me...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh my- almost, I got burned there. What a scorching poem, and what a spiritual ending. We humans can never be wholly physical or wholly spiritual- we are a constantly evolving blend of the two, which is well represented here..very memorable poem.