at this hour
after tonight
when the darkness is over
when dusk peeps in
inside my sighing soul
the warm body whistles
for again it has triumphed
as it feasts upon
the madness of its own flesh
the soul does not perish
but it cannot
for the time being
on some divinities relish
ah! look at this firm body
it has a tongue & a mouth
and luscious lips
it is dominated by its king
this....sex organ
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem