[lie quiet when I stick a finger in your mouth.] Poem by Bart Meuleman

lie quiet when I stick a finger in your mouth.
otherwise your body will get tainted.
this is a time of difficult tests, you know, only after my raging letter
chemistry wanted to leave its principles behind.
we're not going in for procreation. you can ask me anything else.
what I have in mind should now be given a chance.
what do you think? in my heart I can't be bad.
see, you already seem to be laughing a little.

Translated by Willem Groenewegen