there are feelings above my shoulder
in my gut and between my legs, pleading
begging to be heard, aired and viewed
cause adrenalin to flow, mouth to salivate
and my heart to throb
they are with me all the time
even more than myself,
harpies, witches, gargoyles of my body and soul
I try to keep the lid on them, boxed with good decorum
smother and opress them
instincts, affinities and hunches
but the traffic cops of my mind know
they are lurking awaiting the moment of weakness
when such feelings wll get the best of me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem