Magdalene
doesn't want
any boy
to touch her
or kiss her.
She wants to
kiss Mary,
hold her hand,
lie with her
on the bed,
feel along
her soft thigh.
She dreams this
as she sits
at the desk
during maths,
Sister Ruth,
the young nun,
talks about
algebra.
Mary sits
beside her
at the desk;
smells her scent
(borrowed ma's) ,
feels her near,
elbows touch.
Magdalene
slowly sighs
deep within
o too much.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem