You are the Mars bar in
the lion's cage.
The speck in the ionosphere,
and the bright bubble
that went down the drain.
You once were the soap
with the unique fragrance,
but I was dumb.
I salivated all over you,
got you most thoroughly wet
and you slipped
through my fingers.
When I look at my hands.... oh the saliva sodden soap that has slipped through these wretched fingers! Good work!
reminiscences of those who slipped through our fingers ... this is adeptly captured. salut.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nicely written.....I enjoyed it!