I await with baited breath
the exhilaration of your kiss.
I count your steps from the station
to the sound of your key in my lock
as you become the longed for kiss
that almost breaks my heart
with its beautifulness.
The tenderness in your voice
as you tell me again and again:
“I love you so much! ”
It doesn’t get better than this!
An ordinary Monday evening at home
with fish and chips
and that salt and vinegar kiss.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem