is there enough time to rid the damage of old
before you arrive and we fend the cold
with our bodies pressed as one without light
only feeling in this cold moonless night
Hot breath on bare flesh
as the tongue runs down
counting seconds as hours
chained without power
only feeling on this cold moonless night
The warmth within you
we move as one
with a gentle bite
silk knots come undone
on the cold moonless night
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem