Firelight through wine glasses
Paints ruby expressions on the ceiling
That move with the dance of shadows on the bed below.
We fall exhausted into the down comforter
Next to the dying fire,
With your hunger finally slaked,
Slumber overtakes you.
Sweat cools me quickly
In the January night,
I pull the cedar-scented blanket
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem