I want to write a poem,
With the lips of a thirsty lover,
One that is born from within your breath,
One that dwells in the heart of desire.
What could be closer to the loving light?
But a soul that springs from you alone,
From distant place where there is no place,
Phantom of the closeness lives in the poem.
Current of your river is my living heart,
Longing for immortal seed,
Orgasmic plasma moving through the universe,
Creating the faith and reality I breathe