My hands
taking off your dress.
You speak about
my hands
as if they were just
floating there
in the air
just my hands
taking off your dress
taking off your dress.
You whisper this
over & over
like a story you are
telling yourself
fascinated by just this
one detail.
Every time I ask you to explain
your answer’s always the same.
“Your hands...your hands
were so gentle
more gentle than I could ever have
imagined them
and I wanted them
oh...I wanted them
to take off my dress.”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
so sweet a moment...lovely