My soul is a bewitched boat
of your poems which like
a pacific swan floats between
the aisles of your words.
Poetry is love disguised
And when it hurts,
the boat bleeds.
But my love, I know
how to swin in the
channels of our blood
which mingled last night
when I rested my head
on the hairy armour of yours,
deep in your arms,
beneath your skin,
beneath my earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
whole universe converges into one point if your mind finds joy and fill your heart with love! nice penning.