Lover....
the moon is full... I take a deep breath and howl....
I think of waking from my dreaming of being naked in the darkness
and dancing in the freeness of self....
I know of this self that meets you complete... the howling wolf with teeth beared....
and this other that remains hidden.... in deep dark forests illusive....
Lover the moon is full.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem