Your panties of foam
are dripping, and suddenly --
I am five hands short.
Jouw slipje van schuim
Dein Schaumhöschen tropft
druipt af en ineens kom ik --
herunter, und mir fehlen --
vijf handen tekort.
plötzlich fünf Hände.
Poem H3349
Amsterdam, 2022-06-27
0 - 0 (Paul Claes)
Poem (collection "Mimicry")
Collection
:
Loves Tricks Gains Pains in the 80
s
and 90
s
Keyword
:
Desire: lust
Tribute to
:
Claes, Paul
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Rain
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Birds
Ifless
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