Their bodies tangled underneath the stars
of a Blue Ridge Mountain sky.
Bits of presence in existence,
a couple of breaths and afterward they kick the bucket.
One puncturing star is a universe,
yet hears their caring cry.
Her eyes meet his with a shimmering light,
as he contacts her fevered skin.
Two tangling spirits on a little blue pearl
are one as their desire starts.
Unadulterated in their enthusiasm and given to life
They praise this hallowed sin.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem