Your star dance is sparkling the edge of horizons
with light adumbrations which guard your reflection
and lazily mirror the ocean’s expanses –
blind waters that cover your body’s perfection.
I’m yielding to arms and to hips’ sweet temptation,
and garner their velvety warmth through the night
While moon rays are chanting a mute incantation
to bounce in your eyes, on your whispers’ delight.
We awake among dreams, both divine and profane,
Our lips are like embers, our heartbeat like birds...
We long for this wonder to always remain,
Deluged with sensations, devoid of words.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Our lips are like embers I think you mean Owl lips Nothing hotter tan owl lips.