My desire unfurls,
a trembling vine along your pulsing veins.
Open your secret gate, beloved—
let it surge within,
a drunken nectar spilling
over embers where I burn,
spreading wildfire across your paradise earth.
My hands, immortal,
circle your pomegranate breasts;
writhe, my love,
become a flame of pure longing.
O beloved,
take my risen form of hunger
into your tender grasp—
sweeten ecstasy,
do not delay.
On the tip of your tongue
my thirst quivers;
feed me honey, drive me mad.
O beloved, O beloved,
I ascend
in the molten spill of passion,
melting, vanishing,
becoming nothing but you.