i love you more than cadilac
although i confess ive never had a cadilac
but i love you more than a bunch of roses
and id love for us to be garlanded kissing
anyway i say the following is a confession
to images with depth
anyway the crown of things apart from the overwhelming amount of thorns
is our love requited consumed, science
flames
to warm me
and feel you like eating cornflakes with milk and sugar
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem