Between your
breasts
the fly
is
perfectly
still.
I gaze
at it
as a trickle of perspiration
crawls slowly towards it
as if it could
would engulf it.
The fly however
is unmoved by it
held
(as it is)
forever in amber
moving only now
as your cleavage
is shaken
by the earthquake
of your lovely
laughter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
held (as it is) forever in amber moving only now as your cleavage is shaken by the earthquake of your lovely laughter....ambers of love, created by you - lovely moments caught forever in poetical gems...I put this to my favs.