And a shadow passed over the moon
and for a moment
I felt your breath
on the back of my neck
and I curved
my shoulders up and my head back
around your whispers,
my inspiration,
my Heathcliff, my Darcy, my Clyde,
my Crocodile Dundee.
(10 September 2011)
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I would like to translate this poem
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