Dear, you, who once had made
In me a permanent impression,
Cannot altogether deny your
image
By denying your love and
concern.
Dear, you, who once had made
In me an ever lasting
vibration,
Cannot outright wipe out your
image
By denying me ways and
access.
Dear, you, whose striking
image
Had become an integral part
of me,
Cannot bar me from acting in what
way
I want to deal with you in my
brain.
I can catch you where no one
can watch you.
I can hold you, where you can
kill your fear,
On every part from head to
foot
Without any scar to your
modesty.
With you in me, I turn a
bisexual.
Self fertilization takes
place with in,
With your elusiveness
notwithstanding,
Without prejudice to your
chastity.
Dear, you, with such
impression as the ones
That you had made in me for a
long time
Cannot forbid me from feeding
on you
In my memory, no corporally.
25.10.07
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