Distrust exposed and apparent,
Seldom becomes unquestioned trust again.
Unless...
One awakens with amnesia?
And the recovery of one's own name...
Becomes an adventured led by a tour guide.
And the freshness of it all,
Is as thrilling as a child...
Taking first steps after crawling.
And that spanking one gets,
Somehow connects to sex!
And a slow process of recollection begins,
With something remembered that had pleasured.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem