Wet flooring of my juvenile dreams
I asked myself to walk cautiously
But didn’t pay attention to the inner voices
I kept on running in a trance of delusional ecstasy
While sliding over an oily skin
Bent in line with my hidden desires
I kept on falling down and down
When I was penetrating deep
Inside her heavenly soul
She cried that is enough for now
We will meet again
May 09,2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wet flooring of my juvenile dreams... i bow to the mind that can throw this unique imagery...