Our heads almost touching
Our hands the other's cupping
We strike a match
And light up!
The glowing orange warmth spreads
Radiates and sparkles from your face
And in the loveliness
I breathe.
Surely smoothness has never been so satisfying.
But
Moments that happiness blends
Moments and moods that set the made for each other trend
The Surgeon General advises
And Statutorily Warns:
Quickly must be tossed away
As butts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem