The hot rush of blood that finds its way through me
Carries with it the memories of yesterdays.
Flushing my face and my mind.
with red hot thoughts and smiles.
Like a fire from within, you warm yourself.
Your cold feet sizzle against my back.
As we lay in thin air of the night
Listening to the moon call our names.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem