i could have
stroke your behind
shower petals
where you walk
said words
that makes you
feel good
... what could i be
shielding you from
your shortcomings
... am afraid when
you face reality
you come to me
with tears, wanting
my kind words
my caring hands
i take your fingertips
with no regrets
and if you think
you’re free,
you’re on your own
i’m so glad
we are both free
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem