Find the answer
to the question
asked across the ages
what is love? 
A breath across your cheek
that says hello
head thrown back 
in laughter
or in passion
a smile that gleams
suggested, 
in the corner of an eye, 
I love you
not quite spoken, 
the scent of flowers
mounded in your arms
of chocolate and coffee
exchanged on breath
so close
it almost is a kiss
the touch of lips 
that slide apart
then cling, drowning
together 
forgetting air, 
the need to breathe
shy turn of head
sweat pours
heart pounding
a dance of many steps
that start
and stop
and circle
touching here and there
now gentle, now firm
a rhythm written
in our blood
almost forgotten
as we laden it with questions 
and with strings
love is being willing
to be
to feel
to touch 
to hold and make a whole
of our disparate parts.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    