I am sorry I thought you were a woman.
The body becomes after teenage suicide
and my agony superficialy she knew.
To hold it back all covet royal weddings
golden rain no umbrella one simple vow.
I must love you until it bursts your heart.
I am coarse a brute a boar with yellow long teeth
never white because what I eat.
Moon under cover-slips right over
and I am like you full of juice.
I will come again I learned at last what to say.
Safe from the storm I am more than simple.
Softly with my finger like that I am that.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem