She is 9 months overdue,
Toss'nTurn rituals.
Lunar sky Subdued
by infinite hallucinations
Of a sleepless birth,
born behind her eyes.
Swallowed by silent pillows
she conceives A simple kiss
that feels so right.
A kindred eclipse of touching lips
becoming in her womb.
A taste so sweet, she could delve
in its pout forever.
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I would like to translate this poem
Your poem is good. Keep up the good writting