Whatever happens with us, your body
will live in me … tender, delicate,
your way of making love,
like the semi-twisted frond of the spiral fern in the woods
freshly bathed by the sun. Your travelers and generous thighs
between which my whole face sinks again and again …
the innocence and wisdom of the place that my tongue has found there
Whatever happens with us, your body
will live in me … tender, delicate,
your way of making love,
like the semi-twisted frond of the spiral fern in the woods
freshly bathed by the sun. Your travelers and generous thighs
between which my whole face sinks again and again …
the innocence and wisdom of the place that my tongue has found there