Kneeling in the graveyard
Embracing her tombstone
Face pressing granite hard
My lover hears me moan
Kissing her ghostly mouth
Sweet spectral clutch me tight
Our lives long gone south
We meet in faint twilight
As darkness swallows us
What dreams to recreate
A milky way of dust
Through cemetery gates!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem