You ripen
in the sun
grown browner
become berrier
as the clasp
of your bra
becomes undone
and I the bearer
of the oil
anoint you
the anointed one
with sun
tan oil
in this ceremony
of love
where I
touched by your nakedness
place a kiss
between your shoulder blades
and lost
for words
cry out with
my heart
a wordless prayer:
“Oh love...oh love...
oh love! ”
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I would like to translate this poem
You have the amazing ability to celebrate every little moment no matter how trival it is...you see love in everything and anything and can turn the moment into an eternal second that lives in the mind forever. love Dee Dee