i am all filled
by the scent of your
flower of silence.
the dews on its side
before the break of
morning
satiates my thirst
as my tongue plays with
its protrusion
my spirit soars to the
seventh heaven
my body shivers to the
delicacies of this
salad of pains and pleasures.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem