If I've read this
Then I should trust
That a lotus of orgasm
Is rearing its head
In the subtle
Mating of sun and wind
This guarantees that
I shall suckle the illicit manna
From the wanting need of a
Godess
I shall have life altered
Once more though
thoughts marooned
On edges of fertile
Furrows of mind
Once more lying on its
Side; life shall strtech
Backwards its sensous lips
For one trailing behind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem