I squeeze rose petals And pour the juice on
Your shaven mound,
And watch the drops
Trickle down between your
Petals, which are rosier 
Than the flower I crushed.

I smell the open lips 
And taste them.
Ah! How well the rose juice 
and your own have blended.

Ignorant people say I 
Am a fool to worship flesh.
Tell me if it is wrong to worship
The Unknown?
For, has any human language
Described the smell or taste
of a woman's skin?