The Joy of Binding Fever

You are frighteningly excessive...
in how you love.

Should I stroke your body, your head?
You've brought on such fever again!
You do this on purpose, don't you?

When fever comes—you grip my hand so tight;
I wanted to come so close to your breathing—
if I hadn't held you pressed to my chest, I'd never have known....
such wildness lived inside you;
not everyone carries the power for such excessive love.

You know how to cherish with impossible tenderness.

Your consent is terribly hard to win,
to make a place in your heart—
the end of fierce waiting.
To be able to touch you—what rare fortune.