The First Love of A Prostitute

I used to write several Chinese poems related to the love of strippers, prosititutes after several times' hanging around in Montmartre. I just like the conflicting things when they really fall in love. Recently I heard an amazing song by my favorate Japanese singer Sheena Ringo, it's also about the love of a prostitute. It's so touching that I can hardly stop myself starting to write this poem.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OaYoYiqUAAQ

The First Love of A Prostitute

Never imagine
When in May dazzling lightnings tear up the cloudless sky
When nameless rays turn the moon shining at midnight
When snowflakes fill in the oceans of June
When the beast screaming out of this bloody balmy dream
Should have never imagined

Let these hands feel the shape of virginal desires
Let these eyes glow as golden falling stars
Let these ears listen to the enchanting banes of Sirens
Let this heart sheds the blood of mine

...

If this is the fate
If that is the ending
If you saw my tears falling into the shape of pearls
Though black not sparkling white






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