your nerves are too tight
and pain grips your fingers
in between your moans
relax your muscles a bit
the tongue can do its task
pleasing sounds of gasps and groans
the palate knows what the heart misses
take this thing as a piece of cake
sugar coated and brightly colored
pink and red and less of the green
bluish and its smells of orangeness
and then have that dance,
yes, the belly, and why not?
it is just the two of us, why not?
why not try, being not you, for this moment,
this truth, this salvage of lost emotions,
why not? yes why not? just the two of us
and no one is watching
except the stars and the moon
these paper designs, glistening
with artificial pride.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem