You and I.
Together in bed.
Holding each other tightly sometimes,
Sweetly on other occasions.
We caress each other.
Probably starting with each other's hair.
Running our fingers through the strands.
Maybe gently rearranging
A runaway strand or two, and
Planting a kiss in its place.
We will doze on and off.
Maybe alternately, maybe simultaneously.
When we wake up,
We will greet each other in mock surprise!
And laughingly delight in repeating the
Whole Process.
And then it won't end there.
Spurred by our mutual enjoyment,
We will devise like clever spies,
New ways of titillating our senses.
We will offer ourselves to one another.
In complete abandonment,
We will Be Ourselves and the other,
Both at the same time.
Thus will our countless adventures in bed
Begin and end,
Just a small part,
But a fixture in the fabric of our daily lives.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem