She is an art museum
With everything classic.
Bone china, glazed porcelain,
Well chiseled organic wares:
Pride of the ceramist and craftsman’s skill.
The head, a box camera with a pair of
Blue lenses allowing entrance
To compatible images only.
Pink marble cheeks unruffled by the
Amorous advances. Poise and balance
A crystal reflection upon inner stasis.
Yet! A restless liquid form
Defying definite settlement
On the leaves of her visitors’ book.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem