An Arizona evening of music touching mind and intellect while
writing poetry and having a great time in depths of musical
rhythms.
Hot and arid just outside the doors, yet here inside a cool-
ness and tender breeze blowing secrets of yesterday to mind,
teaching and learning together.
Thinking of ways to relieve our passion as we hold one another
on the dance floor, feeling so close to you, wanting and need-
ing to be closer than ever to you, my darling.
Searching your eyes for a sign of temptation, seeing it rising
gently and slowly within your eyes, your heart beating against
mine, both feeling an expectant joy later in the night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem