My gray hair
Against your
Excited chest-
Running through the pumiced
Valley,
My spider-web octopus;
My scars
- Like open red
Mouths filling
Your areolas - lapping
Like newborn cats your
Corrugated and rosy
Saucers-
Whose mother are you now,
And did you leave your friends to
Join me in this room,
Into this bed-
Or am I only a dream?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks, Rob. So many great poems - you have made my day :)