5th grade opinion
rents a little space in my head.
From somewhere deep inside
I couldn't possibly explain to you....
what have I just said...?
regardless of so many inert situations
your sexual gravity rests in my lap
in ambiguous conotations.
the sound and smell of pork
the last bite
the first sip
bone to bone
lip to hip
your love is a crisp counterfeited
nothingness in which I love to spend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
really enojoyed this one to, you have a unique use of language which seperates you from many other poets writing in a similar vein to you. 'your love is a crip counterfeited nothingness in which i love to spend' Regardo Vincent