sticky skin
smells sweetly of the night before.
a sultry summer night,
spent in a garden,
standing on my own,
in a heady daze.
licking warm honey
from my fingers,
wiping cheap wine from my mouth
and smiling sadly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
english literature has warped my mind! as soon as i re read this i realised all the syballance (sp?) and alliteration