here is the fun
eileen
and do not tell
me about your eyes
my eye
my eyes
and darling
po irsish sissi
the fun
is to have you
around
you
around me,
be with you
have
you,
take you,
between my arms,
shake you,
like coca-coola
pepsi cola
champaign
banana,
tilt you
flip you,
wash you
with water,
or message
you
and take off
all
your sins
and vaccines,
until
your Vatican
becomes
mine.
i will open it
wide
so
the sun
gets
into your deepest
micheal
angelo
chappels
chapel by chapel,
shapel
apple
and your damn
mac
in tosh.
i will
make
the fun
you
want,
you may
want
and you ever wanted
in the darkness
or under the sun.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem