I want to try the warm savannas
of your past 5 lives
to taste the green apple
of your tongue
when you place my fingers
against the silk of saturday
I want these words
to make you melt like...
a vanilla shake left in warm weather
left out for fifteen minutes
I want your eyes
to find mine, knowing
what I know.
Watching
- My hands become
a groom, observing
your pinks and pales
finessing gentle moans against
the light of day
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I would like to translate this poem
I want these words to melt you alike....really words melt the heart in poem reading. Fantastic poem shared.