The pain,
no longer a pus
that can be extracted.
Tis a vine
that grows 'round my heart
and smothers violently.
The face I can only caress
by an electrical square
brings a bittersweet comfort.
Like vinegar and like a sweet fruit,
how can it be more unbearable?
Once elusive and now property,
I must not trespass that property.
How I ache to break the law
and take the possession,
to push it to exciting heights
and drown it in depths
that would sway a hardened heart.
The shoulders glisten in this box,
but does not compare
to their appearance in the flesh.
I kiss them and feel their static.
The emitting current from the lips whilst in a separate state are similar,
shocking and burning me within.
The ache is not abolished,
but charged and ripe for eternity.
How I wish to be above its town,
coming in to land
and greeted with its electroshock.
wow! electricity of love, fine expression! .....................10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Melissa A beautifully written poem. Keep it up