A Piece Of A Woman Poem by Ema Malischek

They don´t know
how to create
a woman in one piece.
The instruction is lost,
so is Eve
and trying to taste
the good from the world
is just too risky.

I´ll make my lips red
for you to see me
breathing.
We´ll make love
and listen the fights
from another flats.

Then the morning will come
and you´ll wash me
in its tender sunshine.

In the daylight
I´m no more
the one piece.


Original written in Slovak language. Translated by the author.