Summer's eyes look to me for heat and flowers
spring buds adorning her.
I am cast as Spring Calling
buds my Siren Flowers.
I rise
inside her
flower petal Springings
because I
always heat her from the inside
lying down with her Summer Fevered Longings.
her roses blooming from my Pollinations;
giving rise to her Summer Glories
she grasping
my Spring
Offerings
and my
quivering buds.
'What good it be
dressed up in Summer Light' she says
'in Summer Perfumes
if you do not arrive each time
to kiss me in my feverish night? '
'What sates sweet summer lips'longings
without spring kisses joining;
kisses which seal souls
in unspoken understandings;
lips where mouths caress in the secret
summer night;
hearts pounding
breasts melding
clutched in Destiny's Yearnings
wet mouths
crimson cheeks beaconing
we two lost
in Shuddering's Desires
pressed close
two on two
between us then
Love's Single Season,
because lovers
make things
previously apart
into One
and
Discrete Time
fades into
into
Summer Eternities.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem