The bodies sweat. A sweet odor
Exudes in the struggle.
The bodies kiss hard,
Sometimes with a smack.
Words have no place - only groans.
Too much emotion rides on the skin,
Emits such shining
In the glare of the arena.
'Don't touch! Don't touch
Softly! Overcome me!
Subdue all this strength.
Then I will allow your whole
Body to lie over me
In victory.'
Who said men do not know
How to love
each other?
wills and skills collide Raw self-absorbed unaware a poet watches -smiling
This is the artistic epitome of wrestling - seductive imagery with a concluding wry wink! S :)
Lol, No love lost between men? Or for that matter women? One does not see love struggles on the arena.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ew.