Letters, Poses, Desire…
Grouped all together
The first kiss, the first matter.
Mixing them up,
Heating the fire,
Adding Desire…
Pepper, Sault, Sweet…
The one that was all mine
Locked with me in the memory suite.
Now I am free…
Mixing Up, the SOUP of LOVE…
Friends, Family and …..FIRE’ENDS.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem