how i wish i were not a fool
but just the same, as always,
i am always fooled by you,
you are so naive and so vulnerable
and i could have fooled you the way
you fooled me, but i have surrendered
my wits, my wisdom, my street-mart
self, to the ways of your guile,
you woman of my chosen desire
this toothless tiger shall now bite
and here you are the thoughtless
queen telling a story to the claws
that once were....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem