Call me bardesque
but not grotesque
even when I distort
call me bardette
but not vedette
even though I really really
truly desire
to be caught
to be captured
to be raptured
to be lit, consumed
by fire.
10.24.05
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
LOVE this! This poem tickles my being, giving me such a grin! Esther with thanks