You need me, and it's true
I live where clouds are low
Descend to kiss the honey
Of your body, very slow.
So very much you need me
And in all my years of heaven
I have never known a need
As from you to me is given
Between us in the sheets
It is perfect seduction
Conceived in smoke of loneliness
Born beyond this wedlock
Out of this necessity
Chained here to the earth
To this Love we chained ourselves
Knowing what was needed
With your Cohen and my Brel
We spoke one and another
Lyric language poetry
Re-positioning our limbs
As prepositions for each other
Joy and Peace we named
The children of our unity
The milk and honey of your breasts
Flowing from necessity
Of water stored
Of stars and mud
Of bread and rain
Of milk and blood.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem