There are seven ways to devour a cake
the first let its delicious smell intoxicate you
the second is to let your eyes self-implode.
The third gaze in lustful desire,
the fourth to perspire-and-drool
the fifth has to be a fingertip lick
the sixth is a sin when you cut within
and the seventh is simply seventh heaven.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem