The wet spoon
dove in cup
the breeze
a hot faun
sleeved
with
tenderness
I am all yours
I need not miss
a ship lagoon-ed
in my abyss
fulfilling
out of loneliness
a strong and
deepest longing
for a honest
and just kiss..
Madrason 6 dec 2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem