Your kiss, like a poets soul
engraved in my translucent self
paradise in seclusion, feeding my own desires.
A bouquet of flowers your kiss brought
to the naked table with the ambiance
of white cloth stitched with your heart
covering mine, so my own I feel not,
an emblem for me to inhale like a scent,
descending to another dimension.
Do you remember the nights
when my hair in blissful mess, with every string
attached to me-
Seeing myself like a lion
with graceful walk and raging power
ready to strike form hungers desire,
the silky skin, rough to the fingers feel
the color of my eyes disoriented in color
changing at the speed of light
Stop! do you know what this is?
what do you want? what is this search?
from our exchanged glance- your kiss.
I could tell you but I shall not do so,
my understanding is incomplete
paradox of insanity,
- genius in time
of pure existence.
Enigmatic, with a message between the lines. Read mine - Of Dandelions and Tears - Adeline
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I would like to translate this poem
Very nice! A fine addition :)