Unchained from wounded scorching shackles of ‘holy' vows,
Deeply longing for freedom to dance bare and true.
I ran for the high mounts like a loose brumby horse
Ripping fences, t'claim the free ranges unseen.
The solitudes of spring waters in the mounts away
Sprung open before me from the heart of mother earth,
Freely gushing over frosty rocks under the blue bowl
of the shy sky, my heart espousedfreedom from vow'dome.
Free to be, free to be, free from matrimonial shackles,
Free to hear the beats of my soul and dance if I choose.
I'll dance bare to the beat of freedom entranced for Eros,
Arousing the moonlight silvered giant rocks to a dance..
At night when the urge comes upon me to brood and mourn,
I'll have my delightful spasms from my maid's wiggly tongue,
I'll moan with truest pleasure for the stars with her touch between
My submissive thighs,till the harried wife in me dies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem