Meticulous footsteps in the dark,
approaching perilously, but rakishly,
forming perfect shapes in the stone cold concrete.
That is all I see, in this debauched agony, my love.
Macabre memories of Thee,
and Thy brazen attitude.
It is all I see, my love, my porcelain doll,
anticipating Thy arrival,
and hoping, hoping for more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
lovely...there is allegory there is mystery and a poetic rendering. a tantalizing hint for things to come. i especially liked the allusion to foot steps... forming perfect shapes in the stone cold concrete nice poetry liked