every pound of ripe flesh she walks in
has histories mysteries untold stories
overdue books lose checkout glories
mind flesh cues pounds begs a-learnin
passion pounds in raw flesh knowing need
runaway trains sow air fast experience seed
walking addictions can shoot from sight hips
beware fire storms lurk flame hot cocaine lips
Inspired by the poem ‘A Pound Of Flesh’ by Eric Cockrell.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
powerful, and passionate... like a torrent of raging water! love it!