when she falls in love
she gives
a hundred percent
of herself
not even demanding
one percent
from her
lover and this goes on and one
one betrayal
to another, one lover to another
from one pain
to another pain, and then the time comes
for her
to sum up her ecstasies and orgasms
vis-a-vis the pain
and she says
she had the scales
of pleasures
in her favor
she gets what she
wants
she licks what her
tongue desires
and she likes everything
that happens in her life
and she concludes: she gets used to pain
and too
it has become pleasurable
till the last
she gets used to
thrills and risks and miscalculations
and all because
she knows what love is and how to always live for it
till the end
my mother
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem