The night stands still
Cloyed with the whisper
Of two unripe souls
Body entwined as wild
Creepers hiding in sheet's
Wet and flimsy rolls
Breathes run thick, as
Thick as gush of breeze
From the shore
Moon is terrified at
The sound of your moans
And my untamed roar
The dawn is afraid to
Break the rhythm of union
And commit a sin
When Inside you we live
In a realm of ecstasy to where,
Before, we have never been
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The ecstasy of wild passions breathtakingly highlighted in your romantic lines....nature's envy!
Thanks for reading and wonderful comment Sir. Regards.