Vehement hunger stirs my mind to wake me from my conscious dreams
Incalescent waves of passion against which I am bound
Forsake me now, my gilded goddess. Whose heart like sapphire gleams
Lead me to your splendored touch, my senses yet confound
Your visage haunts my mortal blood, while palms remain alone
I mourn your touch. My heart’s dirge trumpets slowly for your caress
Memories bleeding through my soul without our dyad known
But hope still lingers ever forward while your heart I possess
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i like how Beach Leanbh chooses his words...he is truly a poet...hmmmm...