I know you’re with him now
every thrust a dagger in my heart
every kiss a lash tearing at my flesh
I see legs entwined locking bodies together,
they are my medieval rack
and rip me limb from limb.
I see hot sweaty flesh
pulsating to a chorus of ecstatic moans,
it is my crown of thorns that sends
a thousand splinters into my mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem