alone in the crumpled sheets
a pillow half drenched with sweat and tears
i fear for him - why we quarreled
i should never have allowed him - to drink me like that
he wanted that - yet he became desperate afterwards
it was one of those nights
when a woman feels like giving her all
when a man feels like taking her all
but then, something i must keep
so that he cant go away
a deep secret, a part of me
that he will deeply desire
that will keep the flame...
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