Like generals
poring over a map
in World War 1(or 2)
our kisses
like little flags
advancing as they do
caress upon caress
attack
&
counter-attack
lines of resistance fall
as you are
taken
& then
retake
my unassailable
position
everything we do
suggesting coition.
You bring u0p
the big guns
attacking me
with full
frontal nudity
a barrage of
breasts...nipples...&
oh thanks
for that!
I stand up
to this assualt
pretty well
(considering)
but even I can see
I am
fighting a losing battle
& will have to
succumb to
your will
lying beside you now
(almost annihilated)
defeated yet
victorious
this
this the spoils
of war!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very good point of view