I could stay inside you all day
and never venture out
ignoring the rain tapping on the window
as I splash about in your puddles
our diamante flesh
rocking in harmony
like words over music
a river running through us
like thoughts from my pen
the bed blushing
as we burn
like pages on a fireplace
your lips, full
emptying me
losing my hands in your violin hair
blood rising in our milk-cheeks
like cerise roses blossoming through snow
open bodies behind closed curtains
for hours and hours
of ours and ours
in this world of theirs.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a bueatiful poem...well done..the smothness of your metaphors are perfect.