such was the landscape of him;
the gentle soft slope of his breast,
those hillsides where i would take rest
'neath lily white clouds on his chin,
the azure blue skies of his stare,
the meadows his belly had seemed,
where oft i would lay me to dream
near the snowy cascades of his hair.
oasis in broad dessert set,
a forest his arms - circled 'round
my garden of eden. i've drowned
myself in whole seas of his sweat!
his mind was the sun at high noon,
his anger the thundering skies.
my altar - the crease of his thighs;
i worshipped there, under themoon.
but bliss as was mine every dawn
my paradise - vanished from view
and now that my lover is gone
i'm banished 'no landscape' unto.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
an excellent poem, moon. my lover i sink and swim with him