You have a powerful way of speaking,
Undoubtedly soothing.
The beautiful way you speak.
Each word felt soon as you breath.
The visual of being suspended in air,
Forlorn, until you come and inhale me.
The conversation that implores depth
Of thought,
I'd kiss your lungs repeatedly.
Being given something I've never experienced.
The licking of satisfied lips,
Becoming woven in each word before they are said.
Verbally consumed by silent ears.
They await this expression that cannot be put into words.
Practice makes perfect,
Exhaling, then breathing me in again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem