Use me as a mat
I just may fade away,
Use me as a path
And I may crumble beneath your feet.
Use me as air
Your breaths just may tighten.
Use me for your desires
And they may shatter like glass.
Use my body for your pleasure
Watch the passion frail,
I wonder if my steps
Are for only these things,
To be used as many
But yet -
Have none of my own deisres
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well said Anna...lot of truth in your well composed poem...thanks...10