By GeorgeHoward 06.2010
I take up the fragile Jewel unsure.
My hands are ridiculous, rough, cut, but clean!
Cleaned meticulously, for the sole purpose.
Testosterone fades as Oestrogen floods in.
I become a woman – man, as I gaze in raptures.
A giant would not dare try my hand.
At this very time I would gladly die!
My unending love pours forth.
I lay her once more down to sleep.
But slumber on knifes edge, aware.
Ready once more to be at her side.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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