was it she who lives
on an island
alone whose desires
flow like a river
and yet the pain
persists
on every
rock that blocks
its rush towards
the sea where
her lover
on almond eyes
and tissue soft
fingers await
her to be
subdued by the
strength
of her touch
and kisses
that glow with
sapphire fire
this a la
sappho form
of love
woman to woman
grace to grace
limb to limb
until
all her desires
are lost
when the fire
of her womanly
form
subsides
between the
skinny arms
of her
beloved naked
facing her
with nothing
but fresh flowers
covering
her hair
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem