Augmenting silence of an immature girl
Got wrapped in his lust
Wasn't his euphoric lilac coat a reminder
Of her lavender garden?
He pulled the zip of her white fish tale
Gown like a fall guy
The snuggling smelt like a neem syrup
To her melodious tongue
The claret vintage door behind reechoed
Her losing virginity!
She desired a night sight without the arms
Of darkness to kill nightmare
Between the stars she moved with the
Heaviness of heart.
Broken tales of moon attempts to console
Her inner voice of survivor.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem