I am potentially beautiful
(in your own words)
…. not beauty existent
You, the aesthetic
who is surrounded
by beauty all day, come into
my arms to rest,
be yourself you say…
with me,
myself, potential beauty..
Is our lovemaking only
potentially beautiful to you?
because
to me it is my world existent
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem