A sudden flash of cleavage.
Outside the window
they are erecting a building.
Inside my trousers
an erection is coming into being.
It’s funny that the one thing
can allude to the other...thing!
I do not know who is responsible
for the building of the building
but I do know that you are
the sole reason
(the architect so to speak)
for what’s happening
inside my trousers.
Now...what are we going to do about it?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem