I'm on cloud nine
your on cloud six
we share a high
with different kicks
strap in hold tight
we're heading downtown tonight
my left, your right
its all a pleasing eyesight
locked in tour teeth
its like a vice
choked to the cheek
rosy and nice
Riding first class
with enviable perks
all bells and brass
and lock jawed smirks
Bodies burst
jet propulsion
traveling fast
skin compulsion
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'my left, your right its all a pleasing eyesight' - nice! The last stanza is truly a fitting climax to the poem!