the way she sings
the rivers of march
reminds me of
someone whom
i made love so many
years back
without the engtanglement
of my lonely heart
the way she holds the
microphone
her hands gentle on
the base
her lips too near
the tip
showering it with
droplets of saliva
reminds me
of someone else
asking for my
sweet & kind
indulgence
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem