The passion of
a flushed embrace
is paradise,
a secret place,
where reticence
within your eyes
has vanished with
our primal sighs.
Paradise
is wilderness,
and tangled arms,
and passion's kiss.
Paradise
is fragmentary,
a hidden place,
and momentary.
wild abandon contained in tight, concise poetry....nice, Barry!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A succinct gem of a piece. Well penned. A big 10.
Thank you Nosheen. Sorry I can't keep up any more but it is nice to know you are out there.