the bubbles are tickling every curve
theyre absorbing into places uninvited
hoping the silver jewelry i grace wont rust
i play with the effervescent rainbows
i feel the soapy slickness on my skin
sedated and dreamy: why doesnt this feel real
i cant breathe now i have to wake up
ive fallen asleep and drowned
now my bubble dream has been busted
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem