Many may say I am empty
Because I don’t draw emotional verses
Of passion, skin and the heart in love
Jumping happily from pond to pond
Like a pink and impatient frog.
But on the contrary: I am full,
Full of the pain that romances
Don’t see in this world.
If I wrote one word
Of my hot love affair
I’d vomit the food,
out of my belly,
A thing that all
Of us can’t do.
© Yelling Rosa
More of my poetry at: http://www.yellingrosa.com/poems01.htm