Her lips move, yet i have trouble still.
She puts them up to my ear, my ear
sighs, to see more,
of the word, that she hears, me breath.
Even in sleep, her lips try to break, spells.
They are so unbelievable, they Quiver me,
shiver me, I reach out with a feather, to see
if they are really there.I put one small little
pearl there, to see if she will wake, she,
sighs and rolls over my will, to stay strong
in the end, she says, that I am not that kind of guy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very good poem. I enjoyed reading it: ]