The Gardener Xlviii: Free Me
Free me from the bonds of your
by Rabindranath Tagore
sweetness, my love! Nor more of this
wine of kisses.
This mist of heavy incense stifles
Open the doors, make room for the
I am lost in you, wrapped in the
folds of your caresses.
Free me from your spells, and give
me back the manhood to offer you my