Our lives are a filigree of moments
They ebb and flow on a sea with no shore
Our bed is sargasso / dead calm and lust-less
Smiles and cousin-kisses are the trinkets entombed in this tangle
Lost in theses horse latitudes
A Tropic where the sun does not set
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I will read this poem again. I believe it is not yet concluded.