and so
he writes poetry
while watching
pornography
porn fuels
poetry as
poetry too
mutually
fuels porn
the reader
has not sensed
this except
by saying
that his poetry
has fire
and it burns
her into such
an inspiration
like smoke
rising to the
heavens
he is writing
about love as
disguise
like a woman
fully dressed
but beneath her
is lust.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem