Maybe the dimness
Of the room,
Maybe the flickers
Of the candlelight,
Maybe the surreal
Music from
The boom-box
In the corner,
Maybe
The tik-tok-tik-tok-
Of grandpa's clock
On the far wall,
Maybe the scratch
Of feet fighting
For supremacy
Under the sheets,
The tug of flannels,
The jive of pillows,
The swing of arms…
Gentle, comely, inviting
Like the ballet dancer
On the parapets
Of time and space…
Joy and sadness
Is there a love lost…
Between both?
Maybe,
Who knows?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem