Some have traced their fingers
over the curves of my body
and my mind.
Many have uncovered gaps
in my teeth, fading gray
among the blond.
Others have curled their tails
and paws possessively into
my nooks and crannies.
You, alone have known the loving
whispers, reducing me
to puddles.
I am nothing, without your flowing
waters, to fill me,
refill me again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very Touchy Poem. Men they need love, We should provide them If we feel them They are Honest As we need the same. When we get old Away from dears Living to rest.