Our souls
so full of love
write in flesh
what can't be spoken of
...where words can not exist.
Here...whole sentences of kisses.
There... poem after poem of touch.
Whole books of how
& why we loved.
Always of love
our souls spoke
and our bodies grappled
with trying to translate
all that was heard
the soul's voice
trembling like a first caresse.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem