NUDE INTERKNITTING
Typing nakedly
together in thunderstorm
rattling window pane
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Typing together in bed in the nude with nothing but our lap tops covering our rude bits....our laughter dropping a stitch there then slipping the slip stitch over before purling us and creasing us up in yet more laughter. The storm outside unable to understand how love can transform two humans. In his mind this haiku forms as he kisses her.
Fingertips drumming wired minds into lightning flames hearts thrown wide open
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And in that naked togetherness, the sound of fingers tapping on the keyboard is music.