I kiss you
as the day dawns.
And that night
upon your pillow
there is a poem
about that kiss.
You kissing me
now
telling me you love
Being turned
into literature.
Ah, but I’m not
the only poet
in this household.
And later that night
when inspiration strikes
and there’s no paper near
at hand
you write a poem
about my bum
on my naked behind
The words tickle
me to death
as does your breath
heavy now
coming in pants
concentration etched
upon your face.
I clenched my art
and the words ripple from one
buttock to the other.
“Your arse
my love...”
you smilingly inform me
“Or rather your posterior
will go down in posterity! ”
All that day
I refuse to shower
wear nothing
about the house
but your
poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Apart from being witty and, er, poetic, this is much more seriously clever than meets the eye at first glance.... and all the more clever for that... (you saucy thing) . t x