Roses prick my conscience
The music pains my ears
As the water burdens the sea
As salt overpowers the sea
As the oyster bleeds pearl
The logic of love beats me
irony of it unacceptable
The deliberate fall of the prey
The silent understanding of the predator
Mute moments of clout
The flutter and the shudder
the Wince and ecstasy
This ritual so primitive
Separation of man and beast forgotten
Yet so cherished, out of love
I do not wish to fall in love
Yet I do seek the derivative
In whose ever passionate arms I wish to lay
In her moist breath devoid of love
I seek pleasures pristine
Let me live this night through
Waking up without her beside me.
For I seek no brides nor for the night or for life
Just a mate
Just till I sleep off
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem