I remember her.
So very long ago,
I loved her.
Thirty years ago,
I still remember -
my cheeks,
pressed against the soft pillow curves of her breasts.
the stroking feel of her caress.
the warmth of her breath
I remember.
the emotion, elation.
endless nights of passion,
I can remember.
I remember
the black shrouds, wrapped around her.
her lips, no longer tender.
the coffin, that surrounded her!
Thirty years ago,
........and I still remember.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very touching poem...I'm not sure what hurts more, to have memories of special moments or not to have any.