Beloved, your lips
come to me
sweet as honeysuckle
I am intoxicated by the scent
sweet and heady
The smell overtakes my mind like
a thick fog that holds me
in place
as you press them to mine
and then suddenly
you disappear
And all I can smell is
honeysuckle and emptiness
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem