a stare has to end
it jumps into a river
you touch a nipple
reflecting the face
of love and now you
are mesmerized with
the feeling of rivers
running on bodies of
rocks on edges of cliffs
the sea still far away...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'the feeling of rivers running on bodies of rocks on edges of cliffs the sea still far away...' so far from a grassy river bank or sandy beach