a simple touch of the hand
a kiss on the cheek then into the lips
tongues sliding on
top of the other
a skin rubbing another skin
body to body
without love
all these do not mean a
thing
love beyond eroticism
love beyond ourselves
love on top of love
love rubbing against love
love licking and love penetrating
and love penetrated
love well rested
in perfection
we do not have it yet
what we have are mere stains
off-white and pungent
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem