just a question,
can pink imagine pink?
you are the pink flower
miles away
blooming in the whitest
winter
supple firm pink
the centerpiece of the
earth's
feminine beauty
men can love you
in your imagination
but you telling it
is another consideration
talk about something better
the one that you love
to hold
the one that you can boast
for the night
when you are alone
with lust
talk about cliffs misspelled
about erect postures of
the coconut climber
the wine and the frog legs,
the adventures of the pink soul
do not burp.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem