developing fantasies in my head
of us in different bodies
the eyes flash origins
but the rest tells our stories
my hands show the hard work
the mechanics of my offerings
and my knees show the bruises
of all my longings
take turns in bodies
playful and forgetful
take me to the water
and bury my deeper
bury me faster
hide my body
my eyes flash my origins
my innocence and wanting's
I wont last under water
for much longer
so take me in December
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem