What has become of me?
I've turned into such
a reprobate.
Watching porn, and
neglecting writing.
I think of Nin and
Henry Miller, turning
lust and clitoral
stimulation into
erotic literature.
And here I am...
Cum stains on my
laptop, and looking
sadly at the miniature
bust of Shakespeare on
my writing desk.
Even he looks disgusted.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem