I am the shadow of every tree,
the corner of each chamber,
the depths of every sea
and the animal without a tamer.
I am the terror of every father,
the traitor of my gender,
the one hated by his own brother
and to the laws of nature, the offender.
When a woman falls for me after she cruised,
the whole world gets confused,
Your tongue strikes with vigor and teases,
but sometimes my heart freezes.
In balance, I do not have any concern.
For the people of my own kind I yearn.
My desire is close to my skin,
and far from your sights.
YOU ARE READING
The shark
PoetryThe shark does have tears running on his face, but he lives in the water so you don't see them and so comes the oceans to be salty.
