Sparks flicker from honey lips.
Shower me in purest fire.
Gravity lathes my ellipse
as we bask in our desire.
Shudders quake when passion grips
this yearning howls to inspire.
My mantle once longed to drift
in shame and disappointment.
Your voice charmed a brilliant shift
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem