tigerish

A wall is driven by your hair your eyes have a breast’s glare
Brazenly you flash your sex putting countless nooses around my neck.

I wish to let your twinkling dimples pour into my rooms
The way I bang the doors and turn into dungeons in houses

Now I shall release a scream of love into the wide open air
They will say this man presses rebellions into the veins

Translated by T Sutt Halman (1982)