Tender flesh nibbled at
bit by bit by crude rodent-passion
dropped it partially consumed
at the slightest sound...
The petrified flesh in dripping fear
felt as if pulled into a scummy hole
as if thrown into a cold storage
for an unseason consumption...
The night extended its tentacles;
slumbering octopus tightened
its hold on all the limbs
Somehow, the tresses rose in revolt
against stormy gales of desire(?)
The erotic juices flooded
the static night
Distant roar of the wild cats
left a shudder...
Powerful opening lines of the poem show the deep anger at reality. Thank you for a beautiful poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a killing write...and a mighty one...! ! ! ! ! ! !