I hold you gently
in a stranglehold
the softness of your neck
held in the V of finger & thumb
you tell me a little
nervously
I may strangle you
in the height of passion.
I laugh
then
and now I laugh
all the more
seeing how gently you
hold me
in the stranglehold
the softness of my neck
held in the V of finger & thumb
I
too happy
to care if I die
under your hand
strangled in
the height of passion.
Doral Deepset
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ai-no-corrida/
