Beware the message
through the long hot day;
enticements to pleasure
any old way.
Beware the promise,
made in abject joy;
adornments to glamour
ambiguously coy.
Beware the satiation
of a glittering night;
blue allotments
measured in delight.
Beware the dappled dream,
fabled in its spin;
tight envelopments
past all kith and kin.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem