It becomes our usual way.
Worlds and lifetimes
whispered and seduced that night.
Safely, hands sat in pockets.
Absorbing words; eyes searched
the sanctuary of a corner.
Backwards, into
where we can't be.
Then, as Scorpio moon waxes;
you bestow a gift...
Beaming light sows our seed.
Emotions breed ravenous;
in their tiny tray.
Put away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem