The wind is
teasing her skirt
making it brush
up against the back
of her beautiful
shapely legs
again and again
she moves her body
in a certain way
drawing attention
to its motion
he holds her hand
but it is
impossible
for him to know
what she is thinking
and she is
well aware
that he is
still
very much
in the dark!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem