I am sending back the key
that let me into bluebeard's study;
because he would make love to me
I am sending back the key;
in his eye's darkroom I can see
my X-rayed heart, dissected body :
I am sending back the key
that let me into bluebeard's study.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow afraid of making love. Nice poem.10