the refined animals bathing in your eyes
splashing,
their painted claws
cupped to carry fragrant waters,
hissing...
flavored with the colors of redemption....
I lift their sodden clothes high above their heads
as
they willingly stretch and purr for me
happy to be clad in nothing but perfumed fur
we run up and down Gaudi's hallways...slipperly navigating each curve....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem