the flesh refuses to understand the code of wont's,
like a river it surges taking the route of least resistance
filling every nook, every vacant space of the heart's desire
it is warm, and plump, and always pulsating,
alive, it breathes air and fire, and sees its prey
and pursues it, and bites and chews like teeth and tongue
you may shy away, and take the code and fall into the chasm of regret
you may run away and deny what commands this flesh makes
how can you? it is you from the tip of your hair to the tip of your toe.
how can you ever deny? you're all covered by skin, fixed and held.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
duo of life...master us to live amongst the inpurities to live upon time.... yah! even the surge of river stand amidst the vigor of the turmoil we take....its poem of resistance to live, wishing to fight...until flesh suffer no pain....thank you Sir...God bless you...a 10 +++++