Nymphs and satyrs frequent
the garden secret in
the night
not all the gardens
frequent they
but only the secret gardens
they choose in magic rites.
the fountain of love in
the middle of the garden
burst in its magic spurts
as frothing ale over the
glass.
the fountain of love
holds sittings in magic sites
only
in magic palaces
they shun human eyes.
magic rites.
for
they make love more than
the spurts and orgasms
of the fountain
the Fountain of Love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem