my piano is silent
it is time to put the top down
there are faces that part
in their greeting
any good now, to deliberate
love is better than ice cream
cool as music
in possession and in gift
bolder than this hotel room
with red flowers in a vase
and a cheek to render passion
arms to match
this tired, limp figure and so...
divide my skin fresh
from toil next to the gas station,
oh, far, far away...
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I would like to translate this poem
'love is better than ice cream'. your style is amazing. Loved it.