he awaits the eve of my rebirth
and recalls an innocent child
from the morn.
he captures my thoughts
and soothes my grief.
warm, coarse hands discover me.
i tremble in uncertainty
and begin to question my honor.
'relax' he tells me
'relax'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I remember when I was a young phillipino boy with no reserves. I would giggle and chucke as Ted the slow gas boy would feel me up behing his dad's big sixteen wheeler and look me in my badly mascera'd eyes and said 'relax' as he slowly tickled his big hands down my happy trail. Ah to be young sexy again....anyway, nice poem