今天坐车，一个妙龄女郎猛然坐进我前边的座位，让我感到身体的冲击。随即作诗。
I wish there were a body who touches me
In bed, on bus or even in calamity
A body that is both soft and firm
As assured as a young man's sperm
Touch, that great feeling from God
Common to all beings be it human or not
He who lacks it is a miserable soul
Who has lost one third of life's goal
Who doesn't want to touch someone?
When unavailable, they hug pets for some fun
Even the bronze knobs on the gates of Forbidden City
Were polished by the passers-by's hands itchy
To do so does not need imagination
Mr. Freud can give you some explanation |
