your thighs are absurdly
Nervous
insinuating my Rest
Your lap is Insidiously
Serene, my late-night
Margin of my poetry
but what really glows
on your track
When You arise
Is
some scent of damask rose
Disloyal
the end of all my poetry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear LA LA LA LA, it seems that my poem is even very difficult to entender. So i'll give you some tips. Just do not complain because the explanation can be very Dangerous! As you know, when us poets write, we can be several people, an animal or a wall, in this particular case is a man. That speaks of his beloved. A poet who loses all his strength and poetry when feels her smell. The master word here is Scent of Woman. It is the desire and the rest but also him damnation. See, how danger it is! Thanks for you comment.