As a wife…

I don’t want to be your doll;

Dolls are kept in show cases.

I don’t want to be your pillow;

Pillows aren’t wanted at day.

Neither shoes, idling at night,

Nor mother, a one side lover,

Do I want to be, my dear.

I want to be liquor in your belly

To activate you to my whims,

To respond to my needs

And to make me fly with wings.

12.02.2006