without your eyes the stars couldn't begin to exist
without your breath
the clouds wouldn't have purpose to move
remind me just who we are
tides that move the air that breathes deep down in my lungs
tides that stir the air just as it too breathes longing for purpose
Bless your skin for it gives me life with each touch
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem