And I want it from your back,
From the flower vertebrae,
To collect the lip juices of the moon,
And wild forest dreams.


And I want to build a house. It
smells like sandal trees. Come
for a day and two together.
To drink honey from your lips.


And I want your moan in the night,
intertwined with the rays of stars,
With the aroma of incense,
With a delicate smell of roses.


And I want the pleasure of nectar,
Wash off your fragile shoulders,
And that love would warm us---
Hotter than a hundred ovens.


And I want to hug you
So gently as soon as I can.
But alas, I sometimes do not dare to
Even raise my eyes to you.