I whisper and cut as you are
panties are windows
of plain white tissue
your nose and your lips
I can only sing as you move around it
my nose
comes loose, each day when you great it
could i love and yet, you only?
does it helps too be hot pink and pretty
and mine are brown eyes like yours
staining your rear view window
I wash your fingers and your toes
the convenience was mine
as I kiss each little cut that you have
she is his woman and only his woman
can make love come out
when as lovely green babies
bliss is static and white quite noise.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem