I want your eyes to invade me
When my spirit is sick
Need your thighs to enclave me
You're the Universe and I, Byron
Touring the landscape of escape
Locked in a pink hymen of iron
We are wrapped up like bandages
Necks, legs, arms, tongues
A nest of viperous appendages
Sharing heat
Causing friction
Daring feats
I want your head on my chest
When we emerge from the Deep
Welcome your spirit to rest
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow! Great poetry, Ronnie. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.