vampin'

my poetry, — [it has no words]

but feelings and emotions

[and eyes] [and jaws] [and skin]

[and pulse] [and blood] [and soul];

my poetry, it is a being, — [it lives],

[it cries], [it smiles], [it bleeds],

[gets thirsty and gets hungry],

[it's free and prisoner at once];

my poetry is going up and down,

[it sings and dances, and it draws];

[it's what one wants and even more],

[it sneezes, whistles and it sails];

my poetry is virgin and is vampin'

[it pleases any pleasant pleased];

[it's sin and innocence], [it's wolfing]

it's animal of you, it's sensual of me.