walking out of the sea
my baby digs me,
blushing, crawling, prowling,
nursing the rhodas with delicate perspiration.
My baby leads me.
to burn, to scratch, to feel.
tigress-like resting under limpid pistil torches.
While stamen soaked alphas secrete anther satyrically,
She milks her young like a wet nurse honey bee.
My baby feels me crawling up her dress
pollens float off her plum lips like thirsty bubbles
I kiss her until the sun breaks,
and we dive into the sea.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent poem from start to finish...iip