After I surrender deeply in passion to a sexy enchantress do I have the Power, strength and perceptions
and the emotional drive to face my demons once more,
demons from another sexy enchantress who killed me, a Thousand, Thousand delicious ways.
Only afterwards do I realize that I have been avoiding, not facing my demons head on.
But now I have more demons to face.
More begets more, and deeper in deeper.
Permanently lost in the foggy haze of Delicious bliss.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem