should not look upon you with a lustful eye?
Forbidden kisses that fills your womb
Impregnated abruptly by my lips
I should retrieve my kiss and let
Your womb collapse.
Kill the joy that I created
Let the Ishmael we conceived be buried
For we are what God scorns
Should I then die and let my lips be like prunes?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem