Her lips,
a bridge between indifference and purpose,
spands across the great empty void and the turbulent river,
crashing over the jagged rocks.
Her hand,
a shady spot beneath a tree,
sunlight trickles through the waving leaves,
warming only you in this moment.
Her stomach,
a rolling plain, where soft grass
dances in the wind,
surely the breath of God.
Her legs,
slender, smooth.
Instruments on which love's songs are played,
each toes a string ready to be plucked.
Her chest,
a windless wave,
moving to the flow of her life,
always in, always out.
Her eyes,
an adventure.
A lone road road, weaving through mountains and barren lands.
Leading to an unseen, desired destination.
And yet, here I stand.
Frozen in fear,
numb with doubt.
My life is too cold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
aww... this is beautifully written and your imagery is impecable. I loved it.