I can imagine what it would be like to finally be alone with you
To see the warmth of your smile
Feeling it envelop my soul
Taking me to a place that feels like home
To drown in the still, blue pools of your eyes
That reflect the sincerity of your love back into mine
Succumbing to the temptation of your lips
At first soft and shyly,
Then consuming us with the heat of some primal, ancient fire
Inhaling your very essence
Breathing life into me where there once was a void,
My pores opening to accept all that is you
That's what I imagine it would be like
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love it, of course. It's very sensual - as opposed to my more intellectual approach. Seeing, feeling, inhaling, breathing... I see why pheremones might matter to you. I'd be oblivious to all that. I think my mind controls my senses - or at least colors their input. Your mind and senses might work the other way around. And in the absence of empirical data - you imagine. And now, just to prove that I couldn't critique anything in the previous two... It's very warm and inviting except for the astronomical metaphor and the word 'urgency' clashes a bit with that soft, tranquil mood you had going on. I think of succumbing to temptation more like a moment of indecision, like a scale tipping, than then gathering speed and momentum until it can't be stopped. I don't know how I would express that. But thank you for making me feel this way.