you burst into my room
like god himself wearing galoshes
casually stepping over
the threshold into my heart
the air was ripe
with red currents
and violets
and smokey clove desire
I blossomed
into womanhood
when you excised
your rubber needs
and it didn't matter
that ice had formed
on your hands because I knew
I was hot enough to melt
yes my love,
you burst into my room
like the God you are
filling me with your light and presence
there will always be space
in my heart Love,
for you,
and your galoshes
Sweet poem Eila, and don't they look cute in Galoshes? 10 from Tai, always with her Emerald in her minds eye
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ooooooooo nice. kinda steamy. Lylyanna