It sounded like the chants of monks in an old echoey temple
At close quarters you don't make a lot of noise
Just hope you have the common sense not to take nude photos of yourself
The self-respect not to lay yourself out for male amusement
It sounded like advice delivered at key points in time
I don't know how to address you as a person except to tell you off
What you did wrong haunts us like yesterdays cooking
Is minor when contrasted with unwavering commitment
What I am responding to is the apathy of permanence
The 15th year of entwined hearts
Cannot be separated by uneven effort, the sweaty clinging to living scarcity
Here is a welcome and familiar melting of individual inadequacy
It's easily bent with the right reaction
Never broken on torture's stretching rack
Love demonstrated elasticity and we expanded for each other
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
right reaction is good for the society.