i am a black Arabic
horse wearing a heavily
tinted sunglasses
in a summer resort
somewhere in
Mars
and you are?
an ice woman serving
me orange juice
with your two hands
holding
a silver glass
i don't drink orange juice
and you don't like a horse
so what happens?
we are here somewhere
in Mars
and we have no space ride
to take us back
to earth
so?
we might as well enjoy
this moment
leave that orange juice
ride with me
we are going flying with my
wings of fire.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem