I will invite the sunlight
to saunter with us down lazy streets
every wondrous summer afternoon.
I like your bare shoulders
exposed and ecstatic in a sun dress
on an avenue of flowers.
Your soft and peach-blossom scented hair
caresses the nape of your neck
and a thousand boys begin to dream.
I'm dreaming, too,
that a destination
of uninterrupted happiness
is not impossible.
3: 51AM 5-21- 2017
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem. Enjoyed the flow and rhythm of your poetry. Thanks for sharing.