Let's go to the place-
where flowers don't wither and die but live forever
and when we ride the peak of sun-
our passions don't scorch us to extinction
let's make our home beyond the moon and stars
warm airsoft clouds our bed- devoid of thorns
You.
A light bulb that warms my blood till my skin is clamoring to be shed.
No.
the time is never quite enough with you.
I sought logic's counsel when I met you-
but logic deserted me upon diagnosis.
I forget every caution- my heart beats more than a little bit faster-
even my hands are not quite steady-
when you're near.
And yet-
this cannot be-
You cannot be -
And yet you are-
that restlessness that will not let me be-
that impossible endless sweet dream at all hours-
awake- asleep-
your hands-
paint a universe for you and I-
where time stops and starts again-
at the sight of you-
at the sound of your voice-
in the warmth of your embrace,
mutima gwangye.
A nice poetic imagination, Anitah. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
tme stops and start again in your poetry, Anitah