The stealthy fragrances of Northern lights
Are stilled by the obtuse angles of your thighs
And sleep, tender and sated.
Your breast is a terra-cotta rose
Wringing lilac caresses from a nightingale.
Your brow is the phosphorus gleam of stars
Dancing slowly upon quivering mandolins of steel.
Your back hides gossamer curls from my heart
That embraced your exquisite melancholy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An exquisitely crafted poem of love, longing and sensuality. Very lively presentation. Thanks.
Thanks Rajnish!