The demon’s awaken
Lady’s soul has been taken
To the place
Where your touch feeds this fire
Of the constant desire
And my body will not stop to ache.
The angel’s awaken
Lady’s heart has been taken
To the place
Where your voice sooths this fire
Of unbearable desire
While all of me is begging for more.
The day’s awaken
The illusion has been taken
Away by the empty bed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sad and painful lines....unfulfilled vacant life, penned well.... one can almost hear the rising dust swirl in banshee squalls across a waste land liked it ***