Ox-eyed daises, red clover, harebell, irish lady`s tresses
Corncake; underwash for small roots
small grains of seed
a carpet of marsh orchids
falls quietly under your lace.
You eyes alive as a Spring tide.
Skin as fresh as young grass.
Laughter as wicked as dancing thistle.
the sky shakes
we are bedded in moss
soft as the deep
in which we pleasure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem, enjoyed reading.