Like refugees racked with hunger
We throw ourselves at each other.
No time for niceties!
We gorge, we glutton,
Cramming our hands and mouths
With soft, yielding flesh.
Were we carnivores
Who knows whose lips
Would glisten redder
With the other’s blood.
The room of our space is so narrow
We have no option
But desperate
Coupling.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem