When exposed
In corner, private, she told me a secret:
“My legs are to me as are car, bus.
They turned to silver screen for your kind.
Successful endless lust encouraged, inspired.
I consume razor, wax, and shave them.
Then use them as the arms willingly…
I too have fun and joy when exposed.”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem