smear the white juice
of crushed sunlight
over my breasts
the delirious milk of
summershine
go on, tell the sky to
lick me to death
with his hot tongue
of blue music
show him how
to pound out the beat
in my mad blood
all I want
is to sweat topless
under the true language
of skin
legs waxed and lathered
cooking
like pink honey
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I would like to translate this poem
Yes, sure you can, enjoying the blessings of Nature!