oh god of my idolatry
my body longs to feel your touch.
each atom of my flesh alive
beneath your bold caress.
a deafness seems, while not your voice
may fall upon my ears at night.
and blindness, while does not appear
the visage of your face.
could other stronger love exist
than that which swells within my breast?
anticipating moment soon that we
may share at last!
will seem like resurrection then,
as when the dead shall rise again.
for life was such without you near;
a foretaste of the grave.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem