i am watching
nudes,
i feel the heat
that is normal
perhaps
too many times
i am watching nudes
sort of an addiction
on this fertile
imagination
and then
i learn to feel
the hardness and brittleness
of skulls and bones
soon i hear the dragging sounds
of iron chains
i am watching nudes
now in a different perspective
once young, and beautiful
soon
rotten, and ugly
and exactly pure and
true.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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