Poem from the bestselling work Lovemaking

You on me

As I sleep on this dew bed
And the winds skip over green shapes,
Bending the blades to form waves.
Around me, blooming trees,
White flowers that fume with desire,
And the fumes, a bouquet of supernal aromas;
Suddenly wrenched out from their branches,
Spread over my chest quelling exalted exhalation.
Forming a flaming, white mattress,
I touch them, assuring myself that they have flowery forms.
I fall asleep,
When I lift open my heavy eyelids,
It is you
With your snaking strands of hair,
Your cheek gauging my hearts beat.
How clearly it chants your name,
Your chin, which restlessly rolls on a wedge;
Spearing into my depths in an affable trance.