Cut this picture up
Of me and you
You're leaving me breathless
Convulsious and nauseous
And down on my knees
To bring us both the comfort
Warmth. A silent exchange
Between the lovers we never were
Now I'm bent over my only release
Preparing to purge
Gripping the edge, the only thing
Keeping me steady and unmoving
Knocked aside by the magma within
Released by an incredible power
The fevor in its escape is astounding
And I'm pure once more
For just one second
And as the toilet flushes
I know everything will be better
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sometimes that's what a souil must do to gather purity and freedom a fine poem