Oh
Oh great goddess,
mother of creation,
this earth
What silent hunger
causes big breasted women
to wander in my dreams.
Oh happy happy death – this fool
asphyxiated in the heaving depths
of the cleavage of the beloved.
Oh great goddess,
mother of creation,
this earth
What silent hunger
causes big breasted women
to wander in my dreams.
Oh happy happy death – this fool
asphyxiated in the heaving depths
of the cleavage of the beloved.
this is a powerful poem, Nik. You have said so much, in few words. Beautiful!