'If there is no delight more
than the highest point of the sense of touch,
then, since beasts reach that point too,
man should love them too, '
was what Adam thought
he heard the angel say.
Not that he acted on it
(the angel hadn't finished.)
'But if in heaven they don't,
preferring true delights,
then how do angels...'
The angel butted, 'I must fly, '
before Adam got in 'multiply? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem