Things are not as they should be
The solids are moving in liquid waves
Easy loping and sexily simple
Despondent current with tidal shift
Grasping a dog collar nowadays
Gives you a shock
Unexpected, yet explainable
Permissibly grabbing the bossom of a lover
Drowns me in solid metal
Unexpected from something so cool
Give me an arrow
Not direction of place
But direction of mind
That resonates right
harmonizes and sympathizes
With the ever changing
Push and pull of the ocean
The ebb within flows of my desires
Things are not as they should be
I meant this poem to have now forgotten words
More beauty to never grasp
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem