In the light of the moon
In the nest of my parrot
In the heart of my art
I may make a bed of roses
For you to nestle upon me
From this feathery bed
Let me sing for you loudly
Let me dance for you gladly
Let me dissolve in you madly
Let my body rest upon you
Let my face to adjoin you
Let my fingers run through
Let my teeth bite your ears
Then I may tell you, dear
The things for roses to bloom
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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