i heard you stirring.
couldn't get your channel on t.v.
but i love you anyway.
now i'm peeking through the crack in the door
seeing you sitting up in bed
covers bunched up around your knees- -
maybe i can steal away quietly
maybe i'll go to sleep and dream of you.
(1989- Tulsa, OK)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem