Son mouvement
She speaks
-I assume
-in French
-and can see
-in her mouth
-‘Son mouvement'
She must be an artist
-in her mind, in painting
-and her eyes and her lips
-and curve of eyebrows
-and her taste in clothes
'Excusez-moi' if am wrong
-instead give me kiss
-fade in me and let me
-die in you and in love
-allow me to sleep
-like sardine in your arm
Hey:
-'Why not become one? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem