what my hands hold
you shall hold....is this what you came here for?
you hold my body like i am your lover
and now you try to capture the spirit within it
you can't, i have long told you
love has already left the dwelling in my heart
there is pleasure and it is dancing wildly like there is no more yesterday.
it is celebrating because in truth it hates me
like i am its molester
and now it sings like a burlesque dancer at the bar
it knows my secret and she keeps on telling
every people that she meets
that guy is dying and soon i shall be complete.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem