lovely rock
heart shaped beside the shore of this old
historical spot
g-spot of jose meeting josephine
they made love here, so much love, to the envy of the trees and the vines
the moon so full and the stars too many
in silence
they have no stories to tell about the the traces
where they went
how they die and how we ought not to remember
pain buried on the sands of time
springing as corals and crustaceans from the deepest floors of
the bleeding heart to the deepest sea.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem