It could be rain or condensation
Wets her body in a mist
My mind expanded by sensation
My heartbeat tighter than a fist
What a glorious view beholds me
Most privileged of lucky men
First it’s one curve then another
Sight to see again again
And all the time she knows I’m watching
Lascivious lips that pout my way
I know she’s thinking of what comes after
For the night is long just as the day!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem