without the usual sex
you will shut me out of your life
i can give you back that illusion
willingly and slowly
first my eyes, then my hands, then
my precious
tongue
second, my thighs, then my toes
my nipples
third, i can compromise
with what is inside my brain
i can change my
point of view
that i can be sometimes
a dog, or even a fly
but never a creature with wings
since you hate
flight
you can have everything in me
even my shadow
but there is something that i can
not give you
my heart
I've been looking for it too for years now
it's gone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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