.... let me flatter a friend (or is she.... a foe?)
....i am imitating him. Oh i want a color....red?
or......blue? I'll take something else..........green?
how about trees? apple trees for a background.
how about sighs? for some sounds.
how about... yes.....moans.... lots of moans.....
sex? could you?
.....you are bored and old and.....dying? ....are you?
how about cheese? lots of cheese
oh i love fumodoro tomatoes? lots of sauce.
i love being with you.
I love doing things with you inside the room.
Let me have you.
Please stay.
I still have lots of cheese, and tomatoes,
and apple trees, and reds and greens, and...
sighs.....
love does not expire between strong married couples. Nice poem!
I hate tomatoes but i like this poem. It reminds me of something Bukowski could have done and he is my favorite. Great right.
I am not old, not dying, sighing yes, about life.and u in it, trying to figure it out. and no to foe no to bored.......yes to everything else.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
your last stanza is nice, good write