this is how my kiss occurs in absences;
with lips half opened
with words assembled in desire and promise.
I want to be water on your skin
sweet, transparent,
wet... a string of shapely droplets
turning lush
in the blueness of your glances.
concealing myself in the shell of your navel,
I rest before reaching the closest lines
to your recesses.
it is then you open...
a warm interior to my joyful evaporation.
while settled along these banks
I will quietly recount a mad trip over skin,
where I met a man filled with seek.
and you will sit beside me, weaving tales
of a woman who came
and wrote something inside you.
Refreshing uniqueness in your impassioned verses. Enjoyed the read.Thanks for sharing. Love...TO
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem is absolutely amazing and I am truly lost for words.