Singing with a staccato beat, steadily beating a drum, burning
Playing higher, giving in to desires, filling me with pleasant
feelings as they are being thought into pictures that love is
painting so boldly when thinking of another.
Loving the hopeless situation as it arises within and steadily
keeps finding beats of every rhythm as it climbs to a feverish
pitch here inside my soul.
Burning vividly with the fires of passion, leaping above and
beyond my soul and into another's heart where it has formed a
home safe and secure, nothing to mar the way of deepening
desire and intensity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem