wanting to be near you again
with nothing between us
but breath and skin and silence...
desires come in flows of fresh fragrance.
I want to take off my nightdress
so to sleep beneath moonlight
naked within the arrival of blossoms
recalled by the roots of your legs and arms
with pleasure, your slender fingers
see all thought rising from my navel
and attach it, in splendor, to my thighs
in an eternally cryptic magic formula.
it is the tender vernal season of us
the soft early spring that sends uncontrolled shoots.
and I wait, with the internalized longing
of newly resurrected earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
but breath and skin and silence... desires come in flows of fresh fragrance. mutiny of love life and a bait of cammotion