something like a wet pea
is inside my gut
it moves along my veins
towards my glans
something like a
strawberry candy in my
tongue
i like to spit it out
for a heavenly
relief
how i wish you were here
to see it
and then feel it on the floor
even taste it
as it is still hot like cinder
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem