Her lips kissing and whispering,
her eyes closed,
she pulls the little cat up to her neck
and sways with the warmth, turning away
and then back again to profile
The woman is my waitress
The cat has just wandered in off the street
So have I
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An insightful poem well articulated and nicely penned.