she likes something long
and thick something she can
pull like a shiny, silvery pole
but she prefers
something golden really
one that is like a
precious gem
metallic in strength
one where she can
blow with all her
might, where she can
expel her sighs of the
day her loneliness
for the nights
one that can also be
musical to her ears
where her locks of hair
can dance wild
like disco and hip hop
the trumpet of
her dreams
or the trombone
of her wishes
of the clarinet
or the flute
this lady who loves
to play
music in her
dark room
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem