antique hard the spherical tilt
bowed down palm-beach stretched to meet the furnace
cool but crawling to burn
here I stop the definite deviation of flickering
smoke dense with quick blow darkened my hesitant pulse
a strong snailing deared her paws to make me smacked
first an essence intense to embrace the budding ignition
posthumus a moon guarded our optimum metabolism
with tender beams flashed curls from the oceanic fantasies
stammering beads penetrated the ribs of my chest
couldn't I hold the spasm to grip beauty but bold
eruption eliminated all hidings dormant into soul
blatant imposition of the treasure I trecherous
bit the bugle of chastity while stripped off
legacy she ordained with so many banners
lied we lied on the floor of sand
hunting eagle pierced the clarity
nails were sharp while teeth were screening nector
behind bush of violent vibration echoing 'duck me, O my dear duck'
agitation was loud so doctrine implemented fire to fire the fathom
screaming only knew we made love together
illicit but indulge not
Are you talking about the volcanic eruption in the sea? That is all I can figure at this moment after reading this poem for the first time! Nice! Beautiful!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lied we lied on the floor of sand hunting eagle pierced the clarity Screaming can sometimes be breathlessness misunderstood as passion.Its when burden ducks the legacy of ducking the assumed ductile senses of humanly wants-non sequituur-a vivid explanation here illicit secrets are truths hiding or hoodwinked at when lies are bulldozered again and again