When I named her Skull
I knew she'd mull over the intricacies
Of a name like Skull
Score the porcelain bone
To see if it bleeds.
I said No it don't bleed
Skull it don't bleed
It fractures like light
And the colored rays are beads of glass
Parading as your eyes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful and imaginative poetry here.well done man