as you watch TV
I compose another poem
i think about you
as you watch that segment
of a magician turning doves
into air manipulating flowers
to become fragile butterflies
it's the magician that amazes
you to no end
at night before you sleep
you like to mention
those butterflies
tonight i write about a butterfly
turning into a woman
wanting to stay on my hair
i do not like magicians
the magic is dead
but even if you like magic still
i won't tell you what i feel
loving you is a promise
that i will fulfill
perhaps i must start believing
in magic
or else everything becomes
a matter of a
contractual obligation
a matter of loan with a mortgage
as security
where feelings
become irrelevant.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem