Hold me like a poem.
Transfix me with intimacy.
Transport me with metaphors.
Lie to me in rhymes.
Make me believe I am Helen.
Be Antony to my Cleopatra.
Tell me of battles raged in my name,
Empires won for my love.
Write me into your literature
And I will invite you into my bed.
Use me as your creative muse
And I will keep your appetites fed.
For I long to be immortal.
I long to be a queen.
If only on white pages
Or a tiny computer screen.
So build me a cottage of sonnets.
Weave me a hammock of odes.
Bring me bouquets of wild rhymes
And I'll be a feast for your soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem