I don't call upon men
eager to surrender in the folding
of my collar
and women,
eager to commit blunders
in the closing
of my button.
Why do they act sane
when I am eager at my belt
They can just think of it
as holding tightly a love
and releasing it free at times
in one's own land
though it has other common uses
like tying of hands,
choking for pleasure,
whipping a lifelong scar.
Witty philosophical piece of poetry well articulated and nicely penned with conviction. A well crafted poem. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well Written, such good images and deep feelings involved.