Be honest
Be honest was in air
Could be heard in corners
From wall to the wall
From door to floor
To ceiling.
Be honest and tell me
Did your hands enjoy me?
When you picked, lifted me?
Separate and alone?
And your lips, was it fun?
And your teeth in skin
Deep in me…?
Be honest
What you felt?
In cutting me open?
In going side to side?
Both front and behind?
In piecing unconscious?
In lifting every part?
Be honest
Was it joy to have me?
Squeeze, extracting my juice?
Said orange that was found
Among the apples piled
For long time, half dried!
When I cut in pieces
Sucked on it! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem