like smoke,
fingers intertwined
heated passion cries
arm curled around
into the very core of bones
molding two bright figures
bodies, barely apart,
smoldering at the slightest touch
burning,
until extinguished-
those fiery hearts
It could be a sultry night or
one filled with silver light
could have been the burn of day
or the splattered rain;
It could have mattered less
Within their embrace
destiny drives them
time consumes them
and instinct take control of them,
as they embrace
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a lovely poem..well penned..10 Ency Bearis