Though he was Him, and she was Her
They lift the cover of a darkened moon
The call of night, no light if were
The shimmer of face it seemed a boon
The eyes of God and laps of fur
They wished to sliver, love and swoon
"Thee yearn to hold A shaft O' Sir? "
"The whim O' Lady will fulfill soon"
The sins of Sacred were taken await
That hand of gold Her face caressed
The smile of grin with pleasure He ate
The Curve of lips, She stuck and pressed
Two Forms engraved with visions of fate
They stay so keen, unseen, undressed
"To thee I pray my Lord of Date"
"Thy shape arise my heart be blessed"
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem