I slid around the wet sand's,
Border between it and I.
Alongside my feet,
Along the sandy shape of this border.
Then I ran after you my guy.
I held your waist,
While noticing this border's shape.
That longing kiss,
Between you and I.
That line, that border grew invisible,
For in that kiss my guy we became one.
And to this day, when I lie on the beach,
I see the border disappearing,
As I feel that kiss lingering.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice thinking.....and lovely writting