let's go find a quiet bar.
and find a corner table
we'll have a couple drinks,
we dont have to talk.
and then we'll go walk
the streets, smoking
hand in hand, seeing,
feeling, tasting, touching
just enjoying the stillness
of closeness without cost
the wind blows through your hair
i'll stop to kiss your eyes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this has a nice feel to it, feels like freedom with a little closeness thrown in.