yes, I am in the bathroom with Bonnard...
we gleam...we glow...we radiate
our abbreviated tails beat a rumpy rhythm...
we suffuse, we do...light!
I can hear you...you and Kokoschka
in the living room...
rolling about...wrestling
grappling
swept from cliff to beach
waiting for Ariel to join you...
......I feel the draft...
..........this door shudders......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem