We stood fingers entwined
Drenched by falling rain
But did not notice
Thinking ourselves love's perfection
Passion's luscious first flowering.
We did not speak
There was no need.
Hand in hand we strolled along a beach
As waves crashed and rolled.
She naked and beautiful
Hesitantly I touched her
My soul rejoiced with exquisite rapture
Such wild trembling of sensuous love.
Down into the depths we fell
Washed from that rocky shore
Down into a mysterious ocean of delight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem