At times mind quietly speaks
what the heart wants
one to silently and sheepishly imagine
transfer the inner notion or desire
into a fascination confusion
quoting the dreams' real intentions
was just to satisfy the human spasms
yet still wish to
physically fire our inner explosions
in the burning cauldron
full of inflaming oil
to consume or quench
our only sensual domination
of sensuous aberration
for real time consummation
but as we lack a measure
we can't in real truth
gulp our inner gesture
of our hopes
so we say that
'twas a dream
do not at me scream
believe me
and she does
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
do't dream njoi o guys