His bony fingers
Wrought such fine music
Out of my rosy-hued body
In the warm summer nights
I steal another's man
Our sweaty union goes on
Under drawn curtains
And smothered lamps.
Waves of tiny ants crawl
Under the burning skin
This pathetic creature
Wants me to whisper
Love-words in his ears
I cannot do so because
The magic of my body
Belongs to me alone.
I look in the mirror
I have gone through this all
The creaking door,
The noise of the flesh
The in-between small talk,
It is so painfully boring.
This wretched body
A bag of hungry bones
And aching tissue remains
As yearning as ever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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