Dangerous.
This night
Dangled its fruit before me
Fragrant with power and passion
Some call this sin
But how can this connection,
Tethered to the very universe,
Be forbidden
Shame?
Why?
Touching skin, bone and nerve,
Is this not the very bellows that
Stokes the
Furnace of the sun?
My end lurks behind its
Very flame
I will touch it! !
I will burn with it! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem