Lovers –1
Our clothes as our only possessions
All moments lived till then,
left far behind.
Sitting snuggled under a tree
Listening to the rustling of the leaves
We kissed till our lips hurt/ were blue.
“What we will need we have
the power to make” – this was never said.
But was understood.
Long afterwards
when I whispered it, she looked me in the eye,
held my gaze. A long time.
Silence.
Without uttering a sound,
she said with her whole being –
“Of course that is understood…my love! ”
We kissed again till our lips were blue.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem