you may want a poem
for your life, maybe tomorrow, something that you can borrow
life,
a lifeful of life, a bed of sex not roses, a pool of orgasms
not the usual organisms that you feed
to kill the killing hours, not doves or kittens
a number of hugs, those that make you warm and huggable
i want to give you these poems today,
perhaps in my wet dreams, in my dirty mind,
perhaps i will swallow the whole of your body
and savor your soul
in the poems that i will write for you,
and perhaps you may like them
sublimally,
subconsciously, like the way you sometimes pretend to hate my smell,
they way you detest my
virtual presence,
but i know you well enough,
you only like something small and kind
this kiss
this little respect from my simple line
something like
i miss you
and be good, sleep tight, and have some sweet dreams
my dear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem