In Night’s Womb

The locks of your hair
In my hand I knit
A moon around your neck

Squeeze your femininity
Grape by grape
In my glass of wine

Devour your body
Like fiery bread
Out of the furnace of passion

And as a spring moon
In your eyes I rise to fullness
Pouring my song
Of jasmine breaths
Upon your pure cheeks

Translated from here.

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