you turn me on
even your picture turns me on
as though i am a bird
remembering
bigger wings
to clouds long forgotten
you turn me on
that is a fact that i can no longer deny
my mind whirls
looking for an exit
my super ego says
i must me not be turned on
by a mere you
by a mere picture of you
but you still turn me on
oh i love this feeling of you
turning me on
and my id says let it be
open like a bud let the bee
share the nectar
but there is in me that stays strong
and now
you cannot turn me on
I'm off
closed as a bud
tight as vacuum
falling to the
ground.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem