what was kept
as a secret was
not that we
made love, where it
is forbidden
we bring both to
our graves that
fact that in there
there was no love
at all, but just the
purest of all
lusts
the needs of the flesh
the demands of our
well pressured times
the longings and all
the cravings of lonely
people
wanting to erase pain
with pleasure
not finding love at all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem