to really please my senses
this time
i make a poem without balls
it is something erotic
i do not talk about a revolution
i am away from any motive
a hidden agenda
i step down to the lower level
of social irrelevance
you touch my body
you kiss my lips
we lie down to bed
you are my moon
i am a hill
we let go the bluebirds from our mouths
scatter them
to the universe
they are all free now
as we embrace tightly like
i am the cork
to your bottle of
wine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem