to make a poem is to dare
to be naked and then dance
like a tongue of fire
i dance naked before you
and you watch me with all pleasure
i am dancing in an island of light
while you keep yourself concealed in the dark
i know that you like going naked too and dance
like the way i keep myself alive at night
but you have restrained yourself as you
continue watching me in a trance
in the dark you are naked too and your
spirit is dancing with my body
but what can you do
it is you who have cut your feet yourself
and so you have not really danced
with me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem