Spring has menarched.
The lads next door share a four-pack.
'Did you get off with her?
Give her a score out of ten'.
I want to clamour
'Did you gaze upon the ovarian?
Handle her memory
like bombs or blossoms! '
A fence divides us;
and an anorexic new moon
stained vermillion
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
These are some very strong images. 'Spring has menarched, ' for one, amazes me! I'm intrigued by your poetry, this and also the other one you just posted make me want to read more.