when the fulfillment of a dream is inside another dream
who wants to wake up?
do you?
i don't,
just like this morning, when i wake up
finding myself hanging in the middle of a wet dream
such sweet dream
almost like another lengthy foreplay
less the
ejaculation.
the whole day becomes so bad
like the winter inside my dream
and i am not having anything on yet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem