Beloved:
last night I heard you singing
in my room.
I felt you dancing
inside of me.
Your presence, your aroma, your melody was so delicate
and delicious that I screamed with joy:
Please beloved, more! more!
Then you said;
dear one, isn't the dance, the dancer and the dancefloor one?
Isn't the act of singing, the song, the singer
and audience one?
last night I heard you singing
in my room.
I felt you dancing
inside of me.
Your presence, your aroma, your melody was so delicate
and delicious that I screamed with joy:
Please beloved, more! more!
Then you said;
dear one, isn't the dance, the dancer and the dancefloor one?
Isn't the act of singing, the song, the singer
and audience one?
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