Approached through the bushes
under the moon.
She struggles against the tree.
Smooth it feels of latex.
Nothing but a shadow is seen.
Lips come apart.
Each corner is touched by
one thumb.
Like an electric eel.
Shocked the suddenness of it.
Tipped off,
hot the tongue is electrified.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem