When you touch me
It is a delicate gesture
That I find full of meaning
However slight the wanting touch
I enjoy it fully
As if something is transmitted
From you into my soul.
To speak of the soul
Seem somehow trice
By the way that the word is
Thrown around now days.
Still your touch goes beyond my skin
To a place where it linger
Smoldering like a fire
That will catch me up.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem