...your breath covers my skin-
it's warmth like the early morning fog covering the waking fields and hillsides....
-creeping crawling deliciously to clothe me and i wish only for the dawn...
and with the growing warmth of the sun, your eyes in perfect synergy
opening, would allow me to bask in their glow...
and there i would find rest....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem