I didn't look
for her name
but when
I found her
she was no stray cat.
She told me
much later
she had me
for some time
in her sight.
I suspect
it was the voodoo
she practiced
with her Wicca coven.
I didn't pay attention.
She ensnared me
while I was
in the midst
of my Playboy years.
I gave her my best.
She gave me hers.
After 42 years
we still fight
and remarry
every year.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem