I`ve been out.
Out of my house.
Out of my mind.
Out of my life.
You`ve come inside.
Inside my mouth.
Inside my sight.
Inside my path.
You got under my ribs and my skin
With infatuation.
You cut me out of my rusty tin.
It was provocation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love the images you paint....especially...you cut me out of my rusty tin. Beautiful in the raw description of how one's love touches another's life's. I saved to my favorites list of poems. PEACE