Time to go now, but not for good.
Sleep is calling and so is food.
Needing to clean, I run abound
Till I find you on the ground.
Now, wanting things I should not want,
And feeling things which I should not feel.
My heart beating like a ballistic drum,
I help you up just to feel.
To feel such beauty,
It would fill me with glee.
And by your leave,
My hands will roam free.
Now I know the things I feel
Will bring happiness and love anew.
Temptation is explicit,
Yet, it is nothing without you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sharp, jagged rhythem, seems left to its own in parts, some unfinished thoughts that force to reader to use his/her imagination. I like it. Unusual. . I had a problem with the word glee though. Scary word. Gave me chills. But an interesting, thoughtful read. Thanks for sharing.