you are taboo.
your legs and your
tattoos
are taboo to my
happy go lucky eyes.
do not look at me.
i am taboo too. If you
look at me, and so they
say, you will turn
into a stone, a human
stone
perhaps this gaze is
deadly. I had taken a
look at you and
you turn into another
human stone.
you know what i really
mean.
heartless. Numb. Yes,
painless and still.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem