My journey
knows to seek falling water.
Still, soft, sensual inside centering;
she floats in a deep sleepy state
with crystal-clear awareness.
Satisfaction holds eyes closed.
Face glows tipped skyward
inviting sunbeams to carress
the tinest wounds
through floods of mysterious
balmy warmth.
Speechless,
still, soft, sensual inside centering;
she interprets the language of roses.
Bold, blood-red roses ramble free 'round
and 'round her fountain feet
and all that she needs is here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lovely poem as coursed through imagery in unique way, well penned thnks for sharing