Am I a savage beast
when I want to see you in you
with nothing at all on you?
From a lonely cabin of a restaurant
or from a bushy corner of a half-romantic park
what if we rush into a hidden chamber in a hotel
to see and read the beautiful truth in us;
what if our bold nudity laughs at our civil clothes?
And if we draw much waited geometry
in the pleasant work out of the wildest gymnastics?
And if the beasts in us make us a dog and a bitch
for a great day or for some sweaty hours?
Will you count the number of eyes
what will just lick and gobble up
any real rape video with barbaric giggles?
These holy reptiles too along with many holy books
will mingle with the cacophony of proud modesty
and will say, 'Sex before or without marriage is profanity'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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