When a warm hearted Boy
Breathes fresh love pass
Glinting eyes harvest
Sparkling jewels promised
Beneath frozen lashes
Promised, promised again
To wake with a wish.
“Kiss me, you fool! ”
A TV Show blasts
Spoiling the mood -
Cut from glossy playboy
Harvest of flesh and bone
Curved and hip, hair
Tucked close and secret
Flesh exposed.
“Kiss me, you fool! ”
A demand that can’t
Be filled even by the
Lustiest lover, but he
Shakes the stem, anyway.
Shuddering as he goes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem