The evening breeze
Wafts the fragrance
Of distant flowers;
The yawning sun
Has fallen asleep
And the moon is frisky.
A woman in a transparent,
Lavender chemise
Dapples perfume upon her wrists
Before she kisses her lover.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Now, this is lovely, delicate, and ultimately provocative, as well as simple in approach, which belies complicated emotions...a 10, fair poetess! ! ! xxxElysabeth