Let it be my luxury
To have a wild night
Just like Emily
Let my hands massage
Yr troubles away
And feed you a meal
Fit for a king
Please let me do this
It's my fantasy
For it to be
I don't think Emily ever had a wild night except in her dreams, but the poem is nice!
A sweet romantic tale, yearning to caress the love we want to possess. This poem breathes for the humanity of love. And its for Emily Dickinson so Bravo!
Massage and food fit for a king are both conforting acts, nicely penned.
So caressing request......last feed everyone relish. Good poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Though Emily was more of a recluse, she was a passionate and gifted artist! An inspired write!