Trecherous moon, 
that earth-shadow across your face
should affect me so.
Red blush deepens
as the eclipse goes on, 
but why should I feel this way? 
The tidal urge grows strong, 
desire for touch deepens, 
the need to be-
to feel- 
to love.
                                                                                   2/21/08                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    