From whence comes
the fire that shoots out of us
under pressure
it comes
be it blood or semen
choose your thoughts and inspirations
wet your pen and let ink run!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love bodily fluids, AND INK FROM MY PEN, OR SOMEONE ELSE'S PEN! ! I COULD NOT IGNORE THE TITLE WHEN I SAW IT IN YOUR LIST! ! This is actually making me hungry! Hee hee Bri :)) I read a comment you made recently, on another poet's poem): I had 'forgetten'you! !