Tender blood drips down
your succulent lips.
Fresh wounds gaping
on our necks.
I rub my hand across
your cheek.
Lost in your auburn eyes.
My finger slips and I
fall forward, towards the
oblivion of your lips.
Our souls interlocked in eternity...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can read great metaphysics in this poem. Superbly penned. CP