No one knows why
A person chooses this one
Over that one, or that one
Who never was known before
Suddenly is connected
Legally to strangers not
Even met on a bus –
Kind strangers, mostly
With lips curved back, and
Up, pressed down tight.
Never mind.
Emotions threaten to
Reveal exactly who did
What to whom, and who
It really matters to.
A flicker of an eye,
A press of a hand, and
Love becomes formalized
Into battle.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem