Growing or grown accustomed to
The merry partied living,
As the snake, it now acquaints itself
With the temperature of giving.
Her and my aerobic selves
lay outstretched in the sands
In the outward showing palm stretch
Of the solar god’s smooth hands.
I could not sleep last night
As I slept on the ben-ben stone.
And now I steep my tea in spite
Of threat against my throne.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem