My lover's
Breathing body
Comes behind me
Twice my size
Arm cross my breast
He is my maker
Skin cradled
Dressed in blankets
Made of rib
Gentle cells
In collapse
Locked and woven close
A design greater than us
He whispers
A wordless language
From an eyeless place
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Liked this full of love poem.................................................