Your panties of foam

are dripping, and suddenly --


I am five hands short.


Jouw slipje van schuimDein 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 80s and 90s 
Keyword: Desire: lust 
Tribute to: Claes, Paul 
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