Before loneliness I summon you to lie with me
Crazed in your arms in between your thighs
the meditation of our dream befalls.
For a time we felt we were alone.
I need no other thing that wounds would heal
Your body delights in all its parts,
the fume of violets and dawn in the dark woods.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautifully written piece, Rose. Thank you