I was leaning forward
Reaching for a wad of paper
Your cat brought it to me
She wanted me to throw it
You stroked my naked back
Your beautiful fingers
Barely touching my pale skin
How pretty that must have looked
I will jealously guard that moment
That single exact second
Along with so many others
Inside my humming soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The title in itself is striking; when I read the poem after clicking the link I was certainly not disappointed. I feel an affinity with the author although I could never hope to be so talented as to be able to express in words, my single exact moments so poignantly.