i thought there are only two things
that i can do
to bow before his
naked body
and just be silent in my
anonymity
the way i was brought up
i simply have to obey
to complain is
unethical
one day
i see light from that gaze in your eyes
i am attracted to its glow
i bathe it your rays like hands all over my body
it is a sin, and then i wake up
sweating
i wipe my tears and i look straight at myself in the mirror.
everything begins.
i learn to know other things. I laugh like a mad woman.
i learn the art of moaning with you
dark, sweaty night. a room filled with our perfumes
mingling.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow, how many centuries have you been writing now? Loved the perfume smell lingering over the room..(smile)