I am always naked in it.
And If I move to slow
Her hand from behind
catches
them both up
and squeezes.
Too fast
if i'm forward and
I'm taken by my neck
and i'm forced
too run around outside
this red and pink rim of fire.
While the rest of the time
like a child
I ride this elevator up and down
for ever
leading me back
to the first paragraph
then around the second
and her face I never see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh dear! lol Freud has so much to answer for! lol This is brilliant and I believe a sign... That you need to speed up or never turn your back on her again! lol wickedly beautiful write. Thank you for making me giggle all the way up to my second floor dream! I prefer Yung! errrrrrrrrrrrrr lmbao Tai