Two places you made inseparable:
Tate Gallery, where we met
and Hyde Park, where we kissed.
Between them
You walked me home.
The words
we are not compatible
are still descending from your lips
as Nude Descending a Staircase
by Marcel Duchamp,
sealed by your kiss on my forehead –
a pinned butterfly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a replica of soul to words Between them You walked me home. The words we are not compatible are still descending from your lips as Nude Descending a Staircase by Marcel Duchamp, sealed by your kiss on my forehead – good wishes