There were just
the two of us
in the room.
Alone.
Together.
So how come
the whole world
seems to know
what happened?
My trousers are on.
I'm no longer aroused.
I'm clean and
have washed
the smell
of your sex from
my face.
So why is it so
obvious what we
did last night?
Is it my knowing grin,
or a glint
in the eyes
you went dancing in?
Probably.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem