for as long as we live,
we are still lucky.
this is the precious gift.
and so we
make love, and enjoy
the sounds of our moaning
the creaky bed, the warm
blankets, the softest pillow
in your arms, the gentle
wind from the sea
entering the open windows
of our soul
the last glance and then
the parting....
i still sail on the boat
of our memories
and i shall drift in
the ocean of fantasy
with you, i see an island
and i shall land my
new beginning, my
own solitude again
a planet now in your
own orbit, another sun
owns you, another galaxy
fences you
away from me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem